Restless


Chapter One: Wasted

Ling Xiaoyu was getting restless. She was sitting in a swivel chair in her husband's study, elbows on knees, staring at the open doorway and chewing on a fingernail. He was usually home by now. Well, most days anyway. When he didn't allow some idiot to sidetrack him and give him even more work to do, that was. Jin wasn't too good at saying 'no' to people. But on days when he got sidetracked by idiots he always called and said he was going to be home late, and she took the opportunity to watch bad TV while she was waiting, or just went to bed. He hadn't called, and she'd still watched the bad TV for a while, but after a couple of hours she started to get worried, and frustrated, and now she was sitting in his study waiting for him to come home and find her so they could have sex. She'd even dressed up to surprise him, wearing her kitty ears and collar (her best friend threw an adult party last week and she'd bought the catgirl outfit as a joke), and dammit, she was cold and annoyed and why wasn't he home yet?

She spun herself around in the chair, sighed, and then got up and headed downstairs to the sitting room. If he was any longer than another half hour she was going to throttle him with her kitty tail. But not really. Xiaoyu knew that even if he were longer than half an hour she wouldn't be able to stay angry with him. She'd glare, he'd give her that look, that amused smile and slightly arched brow, and she'd forgive him. They'd been married for two years, and that smile still had the same effect on her as it had the very first time they met, four years ago.

She'd been intrigued by him from day one. By day three she'd developed a hopeless crush on him. It had taken him a little bit longer to fall for her, but it happened in the end, and they had a beautiful wedding, and she was happy. She loved him, she really did. But sometimes she wished that he wasn't so damned important. Jin was the CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu, a very influential Japanese company, and had taken it over from Heihachi Mishima after his mysterious disapperance. Hopefully his grandfather would show up and take it back, and then she'd have a husband who'd be around to have sex with her more than once a month.

The sound of a key turning in a lock broke her out of her television-induced coma, and she perked up a little at the sound of the door banging and his footsteps on the wooden floor. Hopefully she looked alluring, or if not, hopefully he wouldn't care and he'd just grab her and...

"Hey." He called out, and she heard him kick his shoes off. "Xiao? Are you still up?"

"I'm in here." She replied, putting that thought on hold and rising onto her knees, resting her arms on the back of the couch.

"Sorry I didn't call. Things are a mess at the moment."

"Don't worry, Jin." She told him as he appeared in the doorway, and took a moment to drink him in, all dark hair, dark eyes, crumpled suit and loosened tie. "I'm sure you'll think of a way to make it up to me."

He smiled, but it wasn't that smile she loved to see on his face, it was an apologetic, tired smile.

"Tomorrow." He told her. "I promise. I'm worn out, Xiao."

"But I wore a bell." She pouted. "It even jingles."

"And it's cute. I'm just… I have to get up at five. I have a meeting, and then I have to play golf or something with Mr. Yoshida, and then…"

"You're blowing me off for a golf game?"

Jin shook his head, pulling her into his lap and kissing her hair.

"No. I'll be thinking about you wearing that all day tomorrow. And when I come home…" he trailed off, with what might have been a suggestive silence if he hadn't been trying to stifle a yawn.

"Go." Xiaoyu slid off his lap and pulled off the headband. "Sleep."

"I'm sorry.' He murmured, leaning into her. She tilted her head up, waiting for at least a passionate kiss to take her mind off the fact that he was still wearing clothes and the next time she saw him he'd be sleeping, having taken custody of the blankets and made her side of the bed freezing. Instead, though, his lips barely grazed her forehead before he sloped out of the sitting room and upstairs.

So there she was. Ling Xiaoyu, twenty years old. Married for two years to a gorgeous, sweet, caring man. Who she hadn't had sex with in five weeks. She was going to kill him if he forgot his promise.

"You'd better do me good tomorrow!" she shouted upstairs, hoping for a witty reply or a chuckle at the very least. She got neither. Jin was already asleep.


Author's Note: I know Monochrome isn't finished yet, but when the inspiration bug bites, you just have to scribble stuff down. This one's an AU, and I've got a feeling it's gonna be a bit more 'adult' themed than Monochrome. The rating is bound to go up in later chapters, but at the moment I think the 'T' rating will suffice. Also, it's a Jin/Xiao at the moment, but that may change. ;) Please let me know if it's any good, I haven't written third person in a long time so I'm a tad rusty at it. Concrit is more than welcome, as always.