A/N: Everything was revised…so please consider.

WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This story is AU but with a bit of OOC. The characters here are from Namco and I just borrowed them for fun. Angst and extreme sexual situations are involved – NC-17. If you do not enjoy steamy stories, then this fic is not for you.

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Shattered Soul

By: Elie

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Muffled screams echoed entirely inside the spacious dark room.

A strong hand shrouded her mouth.

Their breathings were intensely hot and hoarse.

Her lean body tried desperately to escape a muscular figure atop her.

"Please…stop…Jin…" Her faint voice begged.

She scratched his shoulders as he separated her legs widely.

"Shh…" He hushed, stroking his cock.

With no mercy, his deep thrust was the response.

Another painful yelp bounced inside the room and the covers was soon soaked with bleeding.

A girl fainted and lied almost lifeless on the bed.

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Ling Xiaoyu jolted up from her bed.

She was soaked in sweat and her wet, raven hair stuck to her neck.

Placing a frail hand on her forehead, she shook off the thoughts of her nightmare. Yet, that nightmare was real.

Dizzily, she got up and grasped the rear bunker of the bed for support. She still had to get to school today. Well, fuck that.

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The sprinkle of water came raining down on her wet, sticky body. She felt somewhat…rejuvenated.

Her lips formed a small smile as dried cum and blood began to wash off her thighs.

She grabbed a sponge and started to clean the rest of her body with soap.

Hell, no matter how hard she scrubbed herself - the feeling of dirtiness would never come off.

She felt so wrong – dirty, evil – dirty, evil – they kept repeating.

It was his entire fault.

A thought of his name sent shivers down her spine. She pulled a clean towel and wrapped it around her dripping body, protectively.

Last night, she was raped. It was shameful, true. But that was a result of trust, and friendship.

Trust and friendship – no other reason could be far better than this.

That was why she shouldn't have done that in the first place.

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Why was she here in Japan in the first place?

Oh right, the King of the Iron-Fist Tournament.

She knew martial arts, and she was great at it – but she cursed herself for not being able to use it.

The car suddenly jolted into a stop. There was another traffic jam ahead. The driver named Billy cursed under his breath.

"Lady Ling, are you all right?" He asked and apologized sincerely, "Forgive my driving,"

Xiaoyu yelped quietly, and shook her head, "Don't worry, I'm fine here,"

The car drifted to a corner and turned left to avoid joining the traffic. They arrived at a small subdivision just a kilometer from Mishima Polytechnic High.

A silent whimper emitted from her lips as she drew her knees to her chest and rested her head there. She was weary, and weak.

Her whole world seemed to crash down when her eyes collapsed, and she fell to a daydream…

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She squinted and awoke in utter contentment. Never in her life did she felt so luxurious.

Heihachi Mishima had been kind to her, really. He gave her a room out of the ordinary.

It was spacious and bright - with a living room corner and a built-in bathroom. There was also a terrace outside a twin French window.

But, she had lived a normal, Chinese life before – with four siblings and a grandfather who'd been a good provider.

She felt so left out, though. She and her sibling always fought for the slightest of things. There was rivalry among them.

And, her dream of building her very own arcade was always laughed at. It was childish, she knew.

But still, it was her childhood dream up to now. She had to fulfill it no matter what.

That was her goal. That led her here.

"Lady Ling?" A voice called from the door.

She immediately sat up to her bewilderment. Her face flushed to realize she only had her undergarments on.

The door cracked open and it revealed a petite Japanese girl of the same age as hers. The girl carried a box wrapped in special paper.

Her eyes followed the girl as she placed the box down on a table. She snapped when the girl turned to her and said, "Good morning Lady Ling, forgive me if I was a bother."

Hell, she was only in her bra and panties. She blushed from embarrassment and scooped the comforter up to her shoulders.

"W-who the hell are you?" She asked accusingly.

The girl smiled sweetly, "I'm Keesha, your handmaid. I'm here to assist you when you need help in the house," she pointed to the box, "That contains your new clothes. Lord Mishima asked of me to buy you so."

Xiaoyu closed her eyes for a second and then sighed, "Thanks a lot, Keesha."

"Just tell me when you need anything," Keesha bid goodbye and then walked out of the room.

A smirk formed on her lips as she rushed to the box and opened it in anticipation. Her eyes beamed and then peered inside once the lid was off.

"Holy shi-" Her mouth gaped when she saw the box contained designer clothes of her dreams. She wanted to faint in bliss.

Her joy painfully wavered when the door creaked open again and Keesha entered carrying a schoolgirl's uniform in a hanger.

"By seven, you should be going Lady Ling. Here's your uniform." She said, placing the uniform on a chair and left.

Xiaoyu blinked. Did she hear Keesha correctly? Was there school, really?

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A black Mercedes Benz drove her in front of the main building of Mishima High.

Her body shakily stepped out of the car, and she felt like shrinking from stares of her new schoolmates.

She was now officially branded – the new girl.

The main hall was huge and full of faces. And fortunately, she blended with them.

But, it was where she made a mistake -

- Her ass fell on the floor when she accidentally bumped into someone.

Everybody stopped from what they were doing and stared at her – the new girl.

"Hey!" she grunted. This is what I get on my first day at school. Great…no big deal-

But oh, it was a big of a deal. Especially when someone you bump into who was totally HOT.

The guy reached his hand down on her and said, "I'm sorry…are you okay?"

He had raven hair, and it was beautiful. His body was hot – so muscular and well complimented by his uniform. His height was amazing, and his face – well, DAMN.

All in all – he was drop dead gorgeous.

Xiaoyu mentally slapped herself. She hated being mesmerized more than anything else. But, she was falling into seduction.

What do you think you pretty face bastard? She thought wryly, although, accepting his hand to stand up.

"I'm fine…thanks to you." She muttered as she began to leave.

A brunette girl blocked her way. Her mood swung badly. "What do you want?"

"Do you even know who he is?" The girl asked and everybody was obviously cheering on her side. She pointed at the guy from the distance.

"Look, I don't care who the fuck he is. Now, let me through or you'll get what you're looking for." Xiaoyu replied dryly, finding ways to slip pass the girl.

The guy went up to them and turned to Xiao, letting out his hand for a handshake, "Jin Kazama."

Another jock right out of the pigpen- Xiaoyu stared at his hand sarcastically. She ignored it, and turned back to the brunette. "His name is Jin Karuma, see?"

The girl grinned nervously at Jin, who gave her the 'leave us alone' look. Everybody did the same too and returned back to their previous businesses.

In dismay of not receiving any, Jin took away his hand away and smiled instead. "Actually, it's Kazama. So, you're new here aren't you?"

So, what? If you don't seem someone important here, I could've punched your nose! Xiaoyu thought, wanting to say those words in her mind desperately, but was unable to do so. "Yeah, it's my first day… You see, I think I'm late. So, I need to go!"

She ran off quickly.

Jin was left breathless. He liked the girl he just met. She's tough, He thought and smirked as he left the hall to got to his first class.

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"Am I in the right door?" Xiaoyu asked herself as she unfolded a piece of paper Keesha gave her earlier. "It's Class 4-A. I should be damn right."

New faces greeted her with the usual stare as she ineptly took a seat at the farthest corner of the room beside a window

Not long, the teacher emerged from the door. His attire was drastic, and if you don't know him before, you'd certainly give the impression that he was gay.

"Class, we have a new transferee. I would like you to meet—" The teacher paused and scratched his head.

He forgot that he didn't know where the new student was until he spotted an unfamiliar girl at the back of the row. He pointed at Xiaoyu.

"You - come here in front."

Xiaoyu's eyes expelled a shocked look. She obliged, and then went in front. The teacher came close to her and whispered, "You're from China, aren't you? Can you speak Japanese?"

Xiaoyu nodded. "My Japanese is very fluent."

The teacher chuckled. He was pleased to know that he didn't have to translate words anymore. He instructed Xiaoyu to stand in alone in front and introduce herself.

She closed her eyes and wished for something to kill her right now.

"My name is…Ling Xiaoyu. I'm from China…Nanjing, China." She stuttered. She eyed the students before her and gritted her teeth.

"Come on. Tell us a bit about yourself. How old are you? Why are you here in the first place?" The teacher urged, with a tone of anticipation.

Fucking bastard…the hell you care about me! She wanted to release those words so badly. "I'm…well, I'm here to study the Japanese language." Come on Xiao. That was a lame excuse!

Everybody raised their eyebrows. On the other hand, the teacher sighed. "- and what's your age?"

"Sixteen." She replied. Ugh. She wanted to take a seat now.

Someone muttered, "She's too young to be a senior!"

"Okay, take a seat Ling." The teacher said, patting her shoulders. "Is Ling your surname?"

She nodded. The teacher understood, taking a book from his table. "Take a seat then, Xiaoyu."

She marched her way back to her seat. She sighed in relief, slumping on her chair.

She turned to her right and saw a guy bury his head down his arms. Eager to concentrate on the board yet curious to know his face, she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

She pulled out a pen and notebook, pretending to copy some notes. The guy beside her slowly tilted his head up, revealing a familiar jet-black hair. Could he be…?

The guy sat up straight, making her crave for the bathroom. It was that Jin again. Just a coincidence maybe…

He did not attract her, though. What made her curious about him was if he was a competitor in the tournament too. And, if he was -

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"So you're here for the tournament?" Jin asked.

Heihachi, Xiaoyu, and Jin were having dinner in the Mansion together for the first time – like a family. They ate silently and they spoke seriously.

"Yes. That's supposedly a secret…" Xiaoyu replied casually, inserting a chunk of beef into her mouth. "…until -"

Heihachi cut her off, "You don't have to flaunt it in public. If you do, people will avoid you. But, once you're here, you can discuss it freely…"

"Xiaoyu, I'm telling you not to be obvious about it." Jin joined while drinking his share of alcohol from his grandfather.

"It's also necessary for the two of you to spar." Heihachi said.

"Spar," Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, "…with who?"

Jin interrupted, "…with me."

I'm going to spar with the student council president and Mater Heihachi's grandchild, I'm honored, she thought sarcastically. "That's totally fine with me."

"…and me," Jin smirked at her. They were lost in a world where they were the only ones who understood each other. Heihachi ignored them.

"So," Jin started, "What's your fighting style?"

Xiaoyu smirked, "Let say, you'll know later…"

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Scented candles were lit up and their aromas filled the bathroom.

She lay relaxed on the tub. Slowly, she sat up and reached for the bubble bath formula. She poured a small amount on the water and stirred it.

The tub started to foam with lavender scented bubbles. She lied back again and closed her eyes, letting the scent fill her nose.

What a small world, she thought.

After she had gotten back from school, a familiar figure caught her eyes. He was standing at the main door talking to Heihachi.

The familiar physique told her it was none other than Jin Kazama.

She flushed at first when Heihachi introduced the both of them with one another. It was a hell of a shock to know that Jin was his grandson.

And, it was disturbing to know they had to live under the same roof.

He was obviously joining the King of the Iron-Fist. She knew it.

He had a calm exterior, and to her, it indicated a bold aura. His being somewhat reserved showed also his enigmatic power.

A candle fell and interrupted her serene atmosphere. The flame went out as it reached the puddle near the tub.

She stood up from the foamy water and got out of the tub. She picked up the candle and placed it back onto one of the holders.

When she dried her hair, only then she noticed that her head was wounded.

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Jin wiped his sweat with a hand towel and reached for a Gatorade beside him.

He handed another bottle of Gatorade to Xiaoyu and noticed a few bruises on her forehead. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine…just a tiny scar." Xiaoyu replied, took the bottle, opened it, and started to guzzle the entire content thirstily.

"You were great, you know." Jin remarked, sitting beside her. "I like your fighting style. Who taught you?"

Xiao chuckled, wiping her mouth. "My crazy grandfather taught me. He used to say that I would never learn but guess what, I'm here. Although you still beat the crap out of me, you know."

"I guess so too…" Jin stood up, and stared at her. "You're so different…very."

"…and so are you…" She retorted as she rose up as well, and for a second, their eyes locked. "You see…you see…"

"You see what?" Jin abruptly asked.

She diverted her gaze and walked away, slowly. She halted, turning to him. "You know, I never thought badly of you…not until now."

Jin smiled. There seemed to be under those words that left him questioning. And, he wanted to unfold them.

Xiaoyu watched Jin leave the dojo house. She paused and reminisced what she had just said. '…I never thought badly of you.'

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"Here's a good place to play." Jin said, checking if there were any others left at the football field. Xiaoyu was peering at the coast behind him.

"I guess it's available. All of them got home anyways…" She said, walking toward the field ahead of Jin. "They're all getting ready for some party or something."

"Yeah, I know." Jin followed. He noticed her look at him strangely. His eyes twitched and he chuckled. "Now, what's wrong?"

"I thought you've been invited. Everyone is invited. Well, except for me…" She said as if nothing was wrong, hopping around.

She was in a good mood.

Jin had these fantasies of her lately. His mind was filled of her. He looked forward to his next activities involving her.

She was his silent obsession.

"Do you know why I didn't accept that invitation?" He walked toward her. His voice sounded deep and anxious with every step.

Xiaoyu shook her head hesitantly. She didn't care, but she'd ask anyway, "Why didn't you then?"

Jin got closer. The last thing she knew was he was right in front of her.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked nervously.

Jin leaned forward, "Will you come with me?"

Before she could protest, Jin took her by hand and led her to a nearby shed.

Her mind commanded her not to go, but her heart told her otherwise. She couldn't go back now.

Jin quietly locked the door, and it made her jerk upon the sound. She stared at him in dread, and her body ached in fear.

"Why did you lock it?" she asked, her lips trembling.

"I knew there was a party and I had been invited. But look at this sweet opportunity…" He said huskily.

She bit her lip. What is he thinking?

Jin pulled her roughly against him and their bodies fell on the ground. He kissed her lips feverishly as his hands traveled up her skirt.

Up and up his hand went, and it reached an annoying thin fabric. His body electrocuted with desire, and he broke away, kissing her neck.

She cried from the sensation. It felt damn good. But, it was wrong. She didn't want this.

He moaned and unbuttoned her blouse. His hands were instantly stopped by hers as she tried to get him off her.

He seized her irritating hands but ignored her blouse. He lifted his head and stared at her, "You taste good,"

She squirmed under his chest, "Stop it Jin!"

He chuckled to her pleas and plunged his lips back to her mouth. He pulled away, pulling her up with him.

Her eyes snapped as he embraced her protectively. He breathed on her neck, and it sent chilly sensations to her brain.

This wasn't the Jin she knew.

Jin carried her silently back to his car. He sat on the driver's seat, and suddenly, he chuckled.

She wanted to smack him right across the face if only her wrists weren't hurting. Instead, she watched him turn on the engine.

"The time in the shed changed me Xiao…" He smirked. "It wasn't enough by the way.

Her chocolate orbs widened, and she nervously turned her gaze outside the window. Help…I need help…

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The car pulled over at its usual spot in Mishima High.

Xiaoyu jerked awake from the sudden stop. Her head was in pain, as well as her cunt. Her vision blurred and adjusted in conflict.

Her pigtails were in disarray, and she cared no more.

She grabbed her bag and slowly stepped out of the car…

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A/N: Please tell me what you think of this chapter. Flames or comments are appreciated.