Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of the characters.

AN: Hi everybody! This is my first time attempting a Tekken FanFic, well, attempting a FanFic of any kind for at least four years, so please go easy on me! I'd love to hear what you think, and appreciate any kind of review that you have to offer- the more critical the better if you ask me! Thanks for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy it.
Future chapters will be uploaded as regularly and often as I can possibly manage, this is a hobby and not a career after all and I'd like to know that I at least have some kind of following with this story before I throw my time at it completely.

Luna x

Prologue:

The only thing that could be heard in the darkened room was the sound of ice cubes clinking against a whiskey glass. Sat at the desk was a young, blonde woman swirling the remains of a single malt around the glass. The cold look on her face could freeze the depths of hell over in a matter of seconds. Walking over to the sleek, black side board she refilled the glass and took the seat back at the large desk, the eerie silence suddenly interrupted by the shrill sound of the telephone.

"Miss Williams, there is a Lars Alexanderson waiting in reception for you. Shall I send him up?" a polite woman spoke. The blonde woman's expressionless face became animated with anger.
"I have nothing to say to him." She said slamming the receiver back down into it's cradle.

Once the room had regained it's former silence Nina took a large sip of whiskey sighing, bringing her slender knees up to her chest in the large chair that accompanied the desk.

She was dressed in nothing but a large black jumper that clearly belonged to man, and a small pair of purple pyjama shorts. Her face, although clearly beautiful, was tainted by black circles under her eyes, giving anybody looking the impression that she hadn't slept for a very long time. She looked frail and the way she curled herself up into the large chair gave the impression of a small, vulnerable child.

The silence was shattered once again by the rumble of the oncoming lift, the doors opening and a young man exiting onto the cold, tiled floor of the top floor office. Lars paused at the exit to the lift and pressed a button on the small control panel. Suddenly the room began to light up as the blinds revealed the large floor to ceiling windows, with the on goings of the city happening outside of them. The mid-afternoon light revealed the state of the office, there were plates of discarded, barely eaten food lying around the small lounge area in the office. On top of the sideboard, large bottles of expensive whiskey were lined up, completely empty. Lars finished his scan of the room and took in the sight of the frail blonde who had buried her head in her knees, as if the light were physically hurting her.

"Nina? What is going on here?" He asked the surprise clear in his voice. Lars looked out of sorts himself. Rather than being clad in his usual red uniform, he instead wore a white t-shirt and jeans, his blonde spikes were pulled back into grey beanie, he wore the same grave expression and tired eyes as Nina. "I said I didn't want you to come up here." She mumbled into her knees.

"No, you said you had nothing to say to me, but I have something I need to say to you."

Nina peeked up from behind her knees and got up, her usual grace distorted from the amount of alcohol she had consumed. She refilled her glass, grabbed the bottle and took it back to the desk with her. She glared at Lars, giving him conformation to continue talking.

"I have some news from Egypt, about Jin.." He began
"He is dead! That's it, I don't want to hear any more about Jin Kazama!" Nina retorted jumping up from the chair, smashing the whiskey glass off the desk. "Get out of his office!" She shouted

"What? And leave you here for another week to drink yourself to death? I know we're not exactly friends Nina, but I don't believe for a minute that anybody, especially Jin would want to know that you're in this state."
"People cope in different ways." She recoiled from the remark as though she had been slapped around the face. "This is my way of coping, and if you don't mind, I'd prefer to do it by myself." She spat, beginning to stumble around the office space looking for something to clean her wounded hand.

"Nina, wait, I really think you ought to hear this." He grabbed the blonde and threw her over his shoulders and took her into the living quarters of the top floor. This room had been completely untouched, apart from the discarded hanger, which was once the home of the black jumper that Nina was currently wearing. Lars put her down on the bed, where the blonde curled up on her side and began to sob. Retrieving a first aid kit from the bathroom he pulled Nina to sit up and began to clean and bandage her hand up.
"What did you want to tell me?" Nina whispered, wiping her eyes with the large sleeve of the jumper. Lars frowned with concentration as he finished the bandaging her hand.
"Well, a colleague of mine stayed out in the desert after we'd left the area. He was fascinated to find out what would he find in the aftermath, if anything. He came across a body whilst he was there, Jin's body. There's a chance that he could have survived."
Nina, who was intently listening to what he was telling her, suddenly flinched in shock at what he was saying to her. She jumped from the bed and began to hunt around both rooms looking for her clothes mumbling over and over that they had to go and find him. Suddenly there was a large crash from the office area as Nina tripped over one of the discarded plates. Lars ran to her aid, and carried a kicking and screaming Nina back to bed. "You can see him. But not in this state. He's in Boskonovitch's lab. I'll take you tomorrow if you promise to get some sleep, and shower. I'll come back tomorrow to get you."

Nina curled herself up back into a tiny ball, finally calm, letting the week that she'd spending hiding and drinking in Jin's office catch up on her. She'd only felt like this once before, and that was after her father died, she'd vowed to herself that she'd never let any one make her feel this way again, and here she was, a week after the supposed death of her boss, feeling like she had then. "Thanks, Lars." She mumbled quietly before drifting off to sleep.