Hey folks, I found this old Tekken story I started writing about two years ago and decided to put it up here I've spent ages reading it and editing it heh. I know I said I wasn't going to put anything else up for a while, but I saw this and thought "what the hell" So, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Tekken, Namco does.

Chapter 1: An Ass Kicking.

It was almost midnight in the city of Tokyo, the streets were deadly silent, not even the footsteps of the figure that slipped between the alleyways could be heard.
Jin staggered through the alleyway, bumping into trashcans along the way. He clutched at his ribs... damn that Hwoarang, he'd finally caught up with him, and totally kicked his ass, maybe given him a couple of bruised ribs. He hadn't wanted to fight him; he'd tried to get away, but failed. Now, after running blindly for what seemed like hours, he had no idea where he was, or how he was going to get back to his hotel, not that he wanted to go back there, not if he was going to get beaten up again. Instead, he managed to make his way over to the nearest house, and knock on the door before blacking out.
The next day, Jin awoke to find himself in a large bed; his torso had been wrapped in bandages. He looked around the room, an antique mirror, probably Louis 14th, stood in the far corner, next to the bed, stood a leather armchair, where his clothes were neatly folded. Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door, Jin pulled himself into a sitting position, grimacing at the pain,
"Come in" he said through gritted teeth. The door opened, and a small girl, aged about 16, came in carrying a tray of food, she smiled as she walked over to the dresser, and placed the tray down.
"Good afternoon" she said brightly,
"Afternoon? What's the time?" exclaimed Jin,
"It's two-thirty, I was beginning to think you weren't ever going to wake up. How are you today? You were pretty bad last night" said the girl, walking over to the window, and opening the curtains.
"I'm, fine, I think," said Jin, blinking at the brightness of the sun "Who are you anyway?"
"Oh how rude of me!" Giggled the girl, "I'm Ling Xiaoyu, and you are?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm Jin, Jin Kazama" replied Jin.
"Jin Kazama? Not Heihachi Mishima's grandson?" Ling said, spinning around, Jin nodded,

"'fraid so," He said glumly, how he wanted to vomit every time he heard that name, Ling nodded sympathetically,

"I actually feel sorry for you," She said, Jin smiled slightly,
"Yeah, likewise, now, I don't mean to be rude, but... do you mind leaving while I dress please?" He said, reaching over or his shirt, and crying out in pain.
"Here, let me help you," said Ling, gently taking the shirt from him, and helping him slip into it, careful not to hit his ribs.
"Thanks" he said,
"No problem" beamed Ling, walking over to the bedside cabinet, and taking out two aspirin from the drawer, she handed them to Jin,
"I don't need... ouch!" he winced, and took the pills from Lings outstretched hand. He climbed out of bed, and slowly walked over to the dresser, and picked up the glass of water that was there. He then walked over to the window, and looked down at the bustling streets below.
After taking the pills, he placed the glass on the ledge, and retrieved his trousers, whilst Ling offloaded the food from the tray

"You didn't need to do all this Ling, honestly" he said
"No, I wanted to help, you were badly beaten up last night. Who did that to you anyway?" She sat down on the bed, and invited Jin to sit next to her.
"An old enemy," said Jin, sitting beside Ling, "His name's Hwoarang, we've been enemies for years. He's always looking for an excuse to fight me. Jumped me yesterday, the son of a bitch." Ling listened intently, taking in every word Jin was saying.
"And what was his motive for last night?" she asked, Jin shook his head,
"No idea, he just said he was finally gonna kick my ass" he said, standing up and crying out as a bout of pain overcame him,
"Looks like he did just that," said Ling, catching Jin as he stumbled, she helped him back onto the bed, "Now, you need to rest, and I need to go into town, will you be alright while I'm gone?" Jin nodded, "Well, ok, I shouldn't be more than an hour, I have to pop into my friend Miharu's, drop off some groceries"
"Yeah, yeah, that's fine," said Jin, waving a hand absentmindedly, Ling smiled, and turned to walk out the door, "Oh and Ling!" he called, Ling turned to face him, "thanks for everything, I really appreciate it" Ling said nothing, but smiled gently, turned, and walked silently out of the room.
He listened until he heard the sound of the front door being closed, then, as quickly as he could possibly manage, he gathered the small packets of snacks that had been put on the tray, and shoved them into his jacket pocket, they would come in handy, as he didn't have much money. Then, he went over to the bedside cabinet, and took the box of aspirin from the drawer; he also found a notepad, and a pen. Quickly he wrote a note, and placed it on the bed, where Ling would see it.
The time was three fifty; Ling had been gone ten minutes already! He'd have to set off now to avoid bumping into her and having to explain where he was going. Silently, he slipped out of the door, and down the back alleyways. Forty-five minutes later, Ling walked through the door, her best friend Miharu followed her,
"Miharu, I'm telling you, this guy is dreamy with a capital D!" she was gushing
"Really? What's he look like?" asked Miharu, Ling grinned,
"I'll do better than tell you, I'll show you, he's in the bedroom, got badly hurt last night," she motioned for her friend to follow her to the bedroom,
"Jin, I'm back!" she called, opening the door, Jin was gone! Ling looked around the room; on the bed she noticed the neatly handwritten letter. She went over to the bed, picked it up, and began to read...
Dear Ling,
I'm sorry but I can no longer stay there are other matters that need tending to. Don't think that your kindness has gone un-noticed, I am very grateful for all you have done for me. Maybe we will meet again soon, who knows, but for now I must leave you here. Arigahtoh.
Sayonara, Jin XX
With a heavy sigh, she turned to Miharu,
"Tea?" she asked, and walked through into the kitchen.

"Are you alright Ling?" Miharu asked quietly, Ling busied herself with making the tea, not saying a word, "Ling," Miharu said again, louder and sharper, making her friend turn to face her,

"He's left." She said with a sigh, "I should have known he wouldn't want to stay here," Ling turned and continued to make the tea. It was always the same with the men in her life, they never stuck around very long, always leaving her after a week, a month, sometimes as little as a few days, she didn't know why they chose to run off like they did. It wasn't like she ever did anything that would push them away, all she wanted was someone to look after her, care for her and make her feel safe, but every one of them had left her feeling worse than when she began, of course, she thought Jin cute, but she knew that he wasn't the type who had girlfriends, well, she thought he wasn't the type of man who had girlfriends, but perhaps that was just what he wanted people to think. Questions began to form in Ling's mind, would he come back? Where was he? And was he in danger? Should she go and look for him? No, she mustn't, he didn't want to be found, that much was clear from the note he had left her, and he had said that they might see each other again, so perhaps it was best if she left alone for the time being. Without saying a word Ling walked over to the dining table carrying two mugs of tea for herself and Miharu, no doubt her friend was going to want to know all about the elusive Jin Kazama, she didn't really want to talk about him there wasn't really much she could tell her apart from what he looked like, who some of his relations were, namely Heihachi Mishima and how it came to be that he had ended up in her house.

"So," Miharu quizzed, Ling didn't look up,

"So what?" She replied flatly,

"So…aren't you going to tell me about him?" Miharu urged, Ling smiled slightly,

"There's nothing to tell,"

"I don't believe you, you were never a very good liar Ling," Miharu teased Ling sighed,

"Honestly, there isn't really anything to tell. His name is Jin Kazama and he's the grandson of Heihachi Mishima,"

"Wait, the Heihachi Mishima?" Ling nodded, "Poor guy. How come he ended up here?" Miharu said,

"I have no idea, he just turned up on my doorstep, well he kinda passed out. He'd been beaten up, I guess he knocked on the first door he came to," Ling replied taking a sip of her tea,

"Oh the poor boy, was it serious?" Ling shook her head,

"Nah, just some badly bruised ribs, cuts and bruises," She answered,

"Well, yeah. I guess if it had been serious he would still be here. Why do you think he ran off like that?" Miharu mused, Ling shrugged,

"I have no idea," She answered simply, she really had no idea why he would just up and leave like that. She figured that it was because he didn't want that Hwoarang guy to find him and bring her into the equation any more than what she had been already, Jin seemed the type of guy who would put others first before himself if there was trouble, but she wasn't exactly sure of her theory, it could be something entirely different and perhaps even more dangerous than she could imagine.

"Ling… Ling!" Miharu called, waving her hand in front of her friend's eyes,

"Huh? What?"

"You were staring into space, are you sure you're alright?" Miharu said, concern evident in her voice, Ling nodded and smiled slightly,

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just thinking. Trying to figure out why he would just go like that, it's the same with all the men in my life, now even the ones I'm trying to help run, is there something wrong with me?" She said softly, Miharu smiled sympathetically,

"No, there's nothing wrong with you Ling. You just keep finding the most arrogant and self centred men in existence," She replied, squeezing her friend's shoulder gently,

"Do you think Jin is like that?" Ling asked quietly, Miharu hesitated, she hadn't seen the man but he didn't sound arrogant, or self-centred. If anything she thought he was quite considerate, it was evident that he had left to protect Ling, after a moments silence Miharu gave her answer,

"No, I don' think he is, and I think he'll come back," She answered with a smile.

Please review, I'd like to know if I should continue with this. It's old and heavily edited to make it as good as I can get it heh. Anyway, I hope you all like it XxX