Before we begin, I have to tell you why I'm writing this JuliaJin fic! Yes, it's JuliaJin, JuliaJin, JULIAJIN! I like this coupling. Why? I don't need an answer! It gets really annoying reading all the Julia bashing or whatever related so I decided to create a fic that bashes Xiaoyu! Why? I was just totally inspired by the JuliaJin flamers and Julia haters! And you know what else? (does a badly imitated Xiaoyu voice) I want to see how many flames I'll get for writing this fic just to see how many immature numbskulls there actually are! Uh-oh… It looks like I'm in for a fight! (dances like a monkey) Haha! HAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, and yes, this is a "Mature" rated fic for reasons such as language, maybe some blood shed later, and er… what's that other one? Adult situations or something like that… oh! And for drinking! And… probably some other stuff I'm forgetting right now…
Beginning of an Era
Julia Chang hurried through the dark streets, dashing beneath street light after street light. There were tears ceaselessly streaming down the girl's face as she hugged her library books close to her chest. It had been yet another day of enduring unjust pranks and hearing cruel nicknames repeatedly yelled at her so that everyone all the way over in Canada could hear.
Xiaoyu and her friends were horrible that way.
"I hate her…" the young Native American woman whispered shakily.
Just then, she heard the sound of a dumpster can being knocked over down an alleyway. She jumped a little in the air and then upped her pace some more, expecting that it could be Xiaoyu or one of her minions stalking her again. Of course, they'd done it just to psyche her out and they had a big laugh when Julia called the police to investigate one time only to find no plausible evidence.
She started hearing her breath hissing in the quiet air, finding that her legs were actually striding a lot faster until she was running. It took her a moment to understand the subconscious action… Someone was following her…
"Hey!"
Julia flinched and ran faster still.
"Hey, wait!"
No way… that was a guy's voice. It was probably one of Xiaoyu's malicious posse members who would do something horrible to the girl if he got the chance. While her fearful mind shifted to a singular goal for escape, she could hardly tell that she'd just run out in the middle of a road until bright beams of light were spotlighting her.
Her mouth went agape, her eyes wide as saucers. She was totally frozen stiff.
"Oof!" she grunted as something tackled her to the side of the road. She quickly got up on her elbows, staring wildly after the passing semi-truck.
When her senses kicked in, she dropped her eyes to the guy lying beside her on his back. She sighed in relief and sat up when her pursuer's name happened to be one she knew.
"Hwoarang… what?"
"Shouldn't you be saying 'thank you Hwoarang for saving my life'?" he said with a grin, huffing and puffing for air after that long sprint. "Geez… You're one crazy ass bitch you know that?"
Julia narrowed her eyes at the red head. His language may have been vulgar but he was still grinning good-naturedly. "Funny," she muttered, swiping the stray tears from her eyes. She was getting paranoid… How could she have not recognized her own friend's voice?
Hwoarang sat up and looked at her face, bringing a hand up to scrape some of the wet dew drops off her cheek. "So, what was it this time?" he asked.
Julia sighed. "The usual…" she muttered while collecting her books, "Xiaoyu, Hana, Kimi and all the rest of them…"
"What'd they do?"
"Doesn't matter…" she laughed and stood up.
Hwoarang watched her skeptically. "Yeah, I'll bet," he muttered and stood as well. "You really don't have to take their shit, Jules. There's tons of ways you could—"
"No."
"No?"
The brunette nodded and pushed back some of the stray locks from her face. "We've been through this already… It's not like I'll be here in Japan much longer anyway. By the end of the month, I can go home."
"Home? Back in the states?"
"Yeah, that's where I'm from," Julia said flatly with a raise of her brows as she swept past him.
The Korean sighed and then jogged up to her side again. "You know, I'll really hate to see you go, Jules… For once I got a steady girlfriend who doesn't mind me sleeping with other women."
"I'm NOT your girlfriend, Hwoarang. Stop making those stupid jokes," she said, rolling her eyes.
Hwoarang smirked. "Sure whatever you say, babe," he said and threw an arm around her shoulder.
Julia sighed exasperatedly and shook her head. Sheesh… at least he meant well… mostly…
"Uh-oh," the red head muttered.
"What?"
"We might wanna go this way," he said and steered Julia around a corner down a different road.
Julia arched a brow. "My apartment's the other way, Hwoarang…"
"Yeah, but there was some passerby back there that I don't think you'd like to run into… Ah, crap," he trailed off as the two heard some car wheels screeching behind them, "Guess they saw us…"
The brunette glanced over her shoulder to see just who "they" were. She started feeling nauseous when she saw Xiaoyu driving her new BMW and pulling up next to them.
"Oh, hey Chang!" the Chinese girl greeted happily. It was a façade that Julia had come used to distrusting though.
Ling Xiaoyu was a spoiled rich girl. The girl's father had died a few years ago and his remaining family got rich with the insurance money. Much to people's surprise, the remaining Lings didn't lament over the loss of the father for very long, actually splurging the money as soon as they got it. Since then, Mrs. Ling had become an important business figure and was making the Lings richer by the week.
Xiaoyu looked to her friends in the car, all of them exchanging malicious grins and then the Chinese girl turned her attention back to the other two. She drove up by their side again. "Listen, Chang… I hope you didn't take that little joke too seriously. You're just so sensitive!" she said.
Julia couldn't look at the girl. She wasn't sure what emotional reaction she'd have to seeing that false innocence at the moment.
"Oh, hey I like that song," Xiaoyu said to her friends—referring to a tune on the radio—and then slowly rolled the car up to keep pace. "You're Hwoa, aren't you?"
"Hwoarang."
"Yeah… I like Hwoa though. It's just so cute!" Xiaoyu said flirtatiously. She gave a flick of her silky pig tails and then whispered, "You two aren't dating right? 'Cause I was wondering if you might like to take me out for a movie tonight?"
Julia heard the Korean heave a sigh, his arm feeling tensed a bit around her neck. He hesitated and then replied, "…Okay… Sure, I'll take you to that horror movie they got out."
"Okay! Sounds great! Pick me up at my place at six o' clock, 'kay?" she said ecstatically and then drove off.
The brunette could hardly believe what she just heard. "What? Y-you're actually…" she stammered, unable get out her question.
"Ah, don't worry, Jules. I've got a plan."
The Korean dug in his pocket for a cigarette and lit it up. Julia continued watching him with crinkled eye brows. "A plan? Hwoarang, you're not going to do anything illegal are you? Remember who you'd be messing with—the Lings are progressively becoming important figures—"
"Woah, woah, woah! Take it easy. I wouldn't do anything that could be traced back to either of us. It'll be fine!"
"No… I… I don't think we should stoop to her level."
"Dammit, I knew you were going to say that," Hwoarang muttered, blowing smoke out of his mouth with a hiss.
Later, Julia was relieved to arrive at her apartment finally. It was an average place, tucked in between other bigger buildings but the Native American liked it because it was the one place where Xiaoyu and her friends had never tread. That is, until…
"Holy shit," the redhead said as they walked into a totaled apartment room.
Everything was disorderly: the glass windows that looked out onto the street were broken like rocks had been thrown through them, papers and books were made into graffiti, the kitchen was splattered with everything that was in the fridge, the television set was turned over and emitting sparks still, and that was only the minor problems.
Julia waded through the disaster, glass and other stuff crunching beneath her sneakers. Her honey brown eyes glided from one shattered object to the next. She stopped at the couch, her finger tips gliding over the jagged tears in the cushion—a knife had obviously been used to do that.
The Korean went in and out of the few other rooms, the bathroom, closet and one bedroom attached to the main room. "Those bitches," he growled as reentered the room and slammed a palm against the marked up kitchenette counter. "How the hell did they find your place?"
Julia's mouth was agape. She stared blankly at a busted up wooden chair on the floor, knowing that her stalkers had probably followed her all the way back to the apartment a few times. She had wondered why they hadn't done anything while she was there, hadn't done anything to the apartment after finding it. The brunette hadn't told Hwoarang that she had stalkers.
"I guess they just followed me back here once…" she whispered.
Hwoarang kicked a plastic bowl across the room, cursing under his breath. "Alright… Alright, alright… I'm going…"
"What? You're still going on that date?"
"Yes I am," he said vengefully, stalking out of the apartment.
Julia turned her sad eyes to the ground. Usually, she would go rushing after the Korean to stop him from doing something they'd surely regret later but in light of recent events…
The girl curled her fingers into fists, her stare turning hard and cold.
Okay, that's it for now. I'm such an amateur writer… but that's 'cause I wasn't born with the talent and I haven't taken writing classes yet!
Yeah, it's not REALLY "Xiaoyu bashing". I just made her a bitch. OOC, if you will… but in my opinion she COULD be like that, you know? Hey, Namco left lots of blanks for us to fill in so I'm fillin' it in a little different this time!
Jin's going to make his entrance in the next chapter. I wonder what Hwoarang will do! You know what, actually I think I could like the bitchy Xiaoyu, lol. Haha, watch out for my next chapter! But I warn you… I might not update as fast as one might like because well… It has to do with a combination of laziness and business with this thing called "life".
Obviously, I AM excepting flames. So, if I don't update very soon, like I said it's just because I'm a bit busy not because I'm discouraged or anything. But who knows, maybe I won't get any flames. If I don't, perhaps the flamers have finally gone back to the Xiaoyu Underworld from which they came!
Actually I heard there already is a Tekken fic with a bitchy Xiaoyu. Heheh, I MUST go read it sometime! (maniacal laughter)
Alright, enough of my rants! Turn on the death toll counter!
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