Author's Note: Hi! This is a fic I wrote long ago but never finished. I
will probably post a chapter everyday. It's half done already but I'd like
to get some reviews before I post it all. That way I'll know how to
improve the last part of it. If you guys like it I will post faster but
you'll have to tell me! Tnks!
Disclaimer: I don't own tekken or any of it's characters. The plot is mine. Dun sue me, plz.
Prologue
Xiaoyu ran. Even steady beats, the soft one two of her shoes on the pavement, the rhythmic sighs of her breath, the soothing patter of rain on the road; these sounds made the music of her soul, the soft peaceful melody that calmed her heart. She ran forward, looking neither to the left nor to the right, and her city slid smoothly by. The blocks seemed to wave reassuringly as she passed them, like beloved family members they wished her the best as she continued on her journey. Swiftly, she moved on, caught up in the lulling sounds of her music, swaying gently to a beat only she could hear.
As she ran her music began to fragment. The beat seemed to falter, as if unsure, and slowly. slowly, her heart went out of the song. The street seemed to loom menacingly now, like an angry parent berating its child. She cringed inwardly as her song began to die. A tear amidst the rain, a sniff between the sighs, a stumble instead of a step, was all it took. Xiaoyu collapsed in an alley and put her head onto her knees, sobbing. Now instead of her comforting lullaby Xiaoyu heard her mother's angry voice, accusing. Every harsh word was cried out with a tear as she relived her afternoon. She wished she could take back those nasty things she'd said, but she was helpless to stop them even now, as her voice echoed back to her.
"I hate you mother! If you love them so much more than me why don't you adopt them and get rid of me! You could give them my clothes, my room, my life! You practically have already!"
"You insolent, ungrateful brat! Do you have any idea how much you have? You have clothes, you have a room, you have a roof over your head! None of these children do! You sleep all night while these poor kids forage for food, and when they do sleep it's on the hard pavement, or if they're lucky in a cardboard box! You have silk covers! How can you stand there and accuse me of being selfish?"
"Those kids, those poor kids! It's all I hear about! Them, them, them! You never have time for me anymore! Every waking hour its, 'Oh, poor dear, are you hungry? Let me have Xiao fix you something to eat' or 'Oh, did you want that toy? I'm sure Xiao would be happy to share'! You brag about your noble cause day and night but you're not even willing to inconvenience yourself to take care of them. You make me do everything! I never asked for ten brothers and sisters!"
"No, you didn't! You don't ask for anything! Just gimme, gimme, gimme! Do you ever think about anyone but yourself? I try to do something worthwhile and all you can do is complain! Is it too much to ask for you to help me? It's the least you could do. But, no, I suppose doing anything other than looking out for Number One would be too considerate for Selfish Xiaoyu!"
"Fine, let me take my selfish self out the door and leave! Maybe I'll go do something worthwhile for your kids, since that's all you care about! Maybe I'll buy them a stupid amusement park so they can be as selfish and as spoiled as I am! Now, why don't you hand me my coat so you can get back to taking care of your new family?!" Her mother threw Xiaoyu's coat at her. Xiaoyu snatched it deftly out of the air. "Don't you dare come back until you learn some respect, little girl! I expect an apology the minute you come crawling back through that door!"
"By all means, mother, let me give it now: I'm sorry I didn't leave earlier!" Memory's angry voice taunted her now. Xiaoyu was sorry. She was sorry she left, she was even sorrier she'd said anything at all. But sorry as she was Xiaoyu couldn't bring herself to go back. Not yet. Hateful as the words she'd yelled were, there was a heart of truth beneath the hurt. She'd felt overlooked and underappreciated every since her mother had taken the children in.
She had worked hard to help the kids. She hadn't even minded at the time. But day after day her hard work went unnoticed. Her mom was no slacker but she seemed to have it easy compared to what Xiaoyu went through each day. And yet, despite this, she would have continued to work without complaint if only someone had taken the time to make some offhand comment on her willingness to give up her time. Instead everyone seemed to take her even more for granted each day. First her mom, then the kids. As if the wonderful treatment might disappear any moment the kids demanded more and more and began to act aloof. Xiaoyu had found it amusing at first. She had to admit the kids were cute. Even the brats had their moments.
Xiaoyu wished she had told her mom all this instead of accusing her of not caring about her. She knew her mom loved her. But the way she had yelled.
Xiaoyu sat and wept her bitter tears alone. Her grief and resentment pounded at her until she was oblivious to the world around her. Her tears poured and poured, and only paused when a pair of black garbed soldiers walked by.
That's weird. In spite of herself Xiaoyu perked up curiously and tuned into what they were saying.
".of Iron Fist?" said the bigger one.
"What about it?" muttered the other.
"Why haven't we entered?" the first one asked.
"'Cause only the best are gonna be there, stupid."
Stupid slapped his friend on the back. "Exactly! We're the best aren't we?"
"The best on the ship. The Tournament's in a whole new league."
"But wouldn't it be worth it? Heihachi said he'd give the winner anything they wanted!"
"Exactly, loser, we'd have to be the 'winner'. If we got our butts kicked would we be winners?"
Xiao could almost see the light bulb switch on.
"Ohhhh. I suppose not."
They moved out of earshot. Xiaoyu had heard of the Tournament. Tekken 3, or something like that. She crossed her legs and put her elbows on her knees. Setting her head on her fists she thought, King of the Iron Fist, huh. Or Queen.
Had anyone been there to watch they would almost have been able to see the light bulb switch on.
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Disclaimer: I don't own tekken or any of it's characters. The plot is mine. Dun sue me, plz.
Prologue
Xiaoyu ran. Even steady beats, the soft one two of her shoes on the pavement, the rhythmic sighs of her breath, the soothing patter of rain on the road; these sounds made the music of her soul, the soft peaceful melody that calmed her heart. She ran forward, looking neither to the left nor to the right, and her city slid smoothly by. The blocks seemed to wave reassuringly as she passed them, like beloved family members they wished her the best as she continued on her journey. Swiftly, she moved on, caught up in the lulling sounds of her music, swaying gently to a beat only she could hear.
As she ran her music began to fragment. The beat seemed to falter, as if unsure, and slowly. slowly, her heart went out of the song. The street seemed to loom menacingly now, like an angry parent berating its child. She cringed inwardly as her song began to die. A tear amidst the rain, a sniff between the sighs, a stumble instead of a step, was all it took. Xiaoyu collapsed in an alley and put her head onto her knees, sobbing. Now instead of her comforting lullaby Xiaoyu heard her mother's angry voice, accusing. Every harsh word was cried out with a tear as she relived her afternoon. She wished she could take back those nasty things she'd said, but she was helpless to stop them even now, as her voice echoed back to her.
"I hate you mother! If you love them so much more than me why don't you adopt them and get rid of me! You could give them my clothes, my room, my life! You practically have already!"
"You insolent, ungrateful brat! Do you have any idea how much you have? You have clothes, you have a room, you have a roof over your head! None of these children do! You sleep all night while these poor kids forage for food, and when they do sleep it's on the hard pavement, or if they're lucky in a cardboard box! You have silk covers! How can you stand there and accuse me of being selfish?"
"Those kids, those poor kids! It's all I hear about! Them, them, them! You never have time for me anymore! Every waking hour its, 'Oh, poor dear, are you hungry? Let me have Xiao fix you something to eat' or 'Oh, did you want that toy? I'm sure Xiao would be happy to share'! You brag about your noble cause day and night but you're not even willing to inconvenience yourself to take care of them. You make me do everything! I never asked for ten brothers and sisters!"
"No, you didn't! You don't ask for anything! Just gimme, gimme, gimme! Do you ever think about anyone but yourself? I try to do something worthwhile and all you can do is complain! Is it too much to ask for you to help me? It's the least you could do. But, no, I suppose doing anything other than looking out for Number One would be too considerate for Selfish Xiaoyu!"
"Fine, let me take my selfish self out the door and leave! Maybe I'll go do something worthwhile for your kids, since that's all you care about! Maybe I'll buy them a stupid amusement park so they can be as selfish and as spoiled as I am! Now, why don't you hand me my coat so you can get back to taking care of your new family?!" Her mother threw Xiaoyu's coat at her. Xiaoyu snatched it deftly out of the air. "Don't you dare come back until you learn some respect, little girl! I expect an apology the minute you come crawling back through that door!"
"By all means, mother, let me give it now: I'm sorry I didn't leave earlier!" Memory's angry voice taunted her now. Xiaoyu was sorry. She was sorry she left, she was even sorrier she'd said anything at all. But sorry as she was Xiaoyu couldn't bring herself to go back. Not yet. Hateful as the words she'd yelled were, there was a heart of truth beneath the hurt. She'd felt overlooked and underappreciated every since her mother had taken the children in.
She had worked hard to help the kids. She hadn't even minded at the time. But day after day her hard work went unnoticed. Her mom was no slacker but she seemed to have it easy compared to what Xiaoyu went through each day. And yet, despite this, she would have continued to work without complaint if only someone had taken the time to make some offhand comment on her willingness to give up her time. Instead everyone seemed to take her even more for granted each day. First her mom, then the kids. As if the wonderful treatment might disappear any moment the kids demanded more and more and began to act aloof. Xiaoyu had found it amusing at first. She had to admit the kids were cute. Even the brats had their moments.
Xiaoyu wished she had told her mom all this instead of accusing her of not caring about her. She knew her mom loved her. But the way she had yelled.
Xiaoyu sat and wept her bitter tears alone. Her grief and resentment pounded at her until she was oblivious to the world around her. Her tears poured and poured, and only paused when a pair of black garbed soldiers walked by.
That's weird. In spite of herself Xiaoyu perked up curiously and tuned into what they were saying.
".of Iron Fist?" said the bigger one.
"What about it?" muttered the other.
"Why haven't we entered?" the first one asked.
"'Cause only the best are gonna be there, stupid."
Stupid slapped his friend on the back. "Exactly! We're the best aren't we?"
"The best on the ship. The Tournament's in a whole new league."
"But wouldn't it be worth it? Heihachi said he'd give the winner anything they wanted!"
"Exactly, loser, we'd have to be the 'winner'. If we got our butts kicked would we be winners?"
Xiao could almost see the light bulb switch on.
"Ohhhh. I suppose not."
They moved out of earshot. Xiaoyu had heard of the Tournament. Tekken 3, or something like that. She crossed her legs and put her elbows on her knees. Setting her head on her fists she thought, King of the Iron Fist, huh. Or Queen.
Had anyone been there to watch they would almost have been able to see the light bulb switch on.
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