Disclaimer: This is the first thing I have ever written in my life so try to be patient while reading.
One more thing: I come from Poland and I'm still learning English so if you find some grammatical errors or something, please forgive me. I tried my best. I just hope you all enjoy it!
And I don't own Tekken.
He will come tonight . He must come. He always came. That is in the past, two years ago, when everything seemed so easy. Not like now, when whenever you are you sense the atmosphere of threat. It's like silence before the storm. There is no peace. You never know what can happen. And you always have to be prepared.
It is hard for a lost eighteen-year-old girl to find herself in such a world.
Ling Xiaoyu has been waiting. For two long years she has been waiting for him. She never knew what really happened at the end of the Third Iron Fist Tournament. For two long years there hasn't been a day for her when she did not think of him. Everyday he came back to her memory and Xiaoyu has never lost hope that one day she will see him again. Meanwile days have been passing not giving answers for any question. They were all the same. And they all were losing any sense. The hope in the girl's heart was slowly fading.
And then one day she received a mysterious e-mail warning her of Hehachi Mishima's evil plots. She knew that only one person in the world could have sent her this. It must have been him. Her wounded heart revived again. But then the Fourth Iron Fist Tournament has been announced. Xiaoyu knew for certain that he would be participating in it. She wished for nothing more than to see him again. That's why she started to practise even harder and finally she entered the tournament once more. She was counting days until its opening. When the long awaited day finally came she remained calm. For she was no longer the same little girl whose only desire was to have her own amusement park. She had changed and she was aware of that. So she remained calm when he slowly entered the room where the opening ceremony was taking place. A hood was covering his face but Xiaoyu knew it was him. She just knew. She didn't turn her eyes away from him for one second during the whole opening ceremony. He never looked back. She tried to see his every fight always hiding bakstage. He never noticed her. She only saw him during fights. He didn't live in the mansion like other fighters. Xiaoyu felt that something was wrong. She didn't interfere, though, in the things that were beyond her power. She knew that they were. So she kept her distance from Hehaichi Mishima, just like he had ordered her. She was only hoping that when this was over everything would go back to normal as it used to be. And she was waiting.
Only in the evenings she came to the mansion's garden thinking about the moments she had spent there with him. She had been coming here everyday since the tournament started. She was hoping he would come here too, as he used to. She wanted to see him here the way she remembered him. To see him again.
But he never came.
And now, standing in the shadow of a tree whose leaves were lit by moonlight, she was wondering if it all has even any sense. She has asked herself a million times why she still comes here waiting for him if she knows that he won't come. She was aware that he had changed somehow. She wanted to know the truth, even the most painful. This whole uncertainty, the expectation and the fear that he had forgotten about her possessed her completely. Both physically and mentally. She didn't know what to do. Or was she even supposed to do anything? All she knew for sure was that she didn't want to lose him again.
She glanced for the last time at the moon glowing over the dark sky and slowly began to walk back towards the mansion. She managed to make only a few steps when she heard someone's fast pace. She turned round mechanicaly. A cold shiver ran down her spine when she saw who was standing by the fountain. It was him. He was standing there but the distance and darkness didn't let her see his face. His hair was falling over his eyes because his head was lowered. He tightened his hands. It was easy to see that he was flustered by something. Xiaoyu guessed that there could be only one reason: Heihachi Mishima. She didn't understand what was going on between the two of them, but she knew it was beyond her to understand that.
She couldn't resist observing him a little longer. So she watched how heavily he breathed, how more he tighened his hands and how he turned his head over. Then she saw him walk towards the fountain and lean over it. And then she saw how he sat on the edge of a fence and buried his face in his hands. She wondered if she should approach him. But if so, then what to say to him? Or was it better just to leave him and forget about the whole event, about him and stop deluding herself that it can ever be better? No, she could never forget him. She decided however to leave and leave him alone with his toughts. With a heavy heart she turned round and walked back towards the mansion. She was hoping he hadn't seen her, because she didn't want to disturb him. She first heard him when she reached the gate. A moment later she saw him. He was approaching her from the trees covered in shadows. Xiaoyu froze. He was looking straight into her eyes making her heart beat faster. He had changed, just like she had. They both saw those differences. He was hiding some secret, his eyes were sadder, full of some strength she couldn't define. She was more mature and expierenced. She was a woman.
For a short moment they were looking into each others' eyes as if they were getting to know each other once again. Neither of them could tell what the other was feeling. Xiaoyu wasn't even sure of her own feelings. This moment was everything she had wished for. But then she recalled the past few days in which she had suffered so much everytime she looked at him. The pain came back. She slowly lowered her eyes. She wanted to leave but she couldn't move. She heard his footsteps and then she felt his arms slowly wrapping around her. She didn't move, didn't try to tear herself free, she just closed her eyes and tighened her eye-lids. She didn't cry. With a motion so delicate as if she was about to fall into pieces he drew her closer and embraced her kissing the top of her head. She couldn't resist it. She sank into his arms completely. All her sorrow, sadness and uncertainty flew from her in this one moment. And she felt that everything had sense then.
That moment was like infinity to them. It was all they had been dreaming about during these two long and empty years. They existed only for themeselves and the entire world just didn't matter. Whitin this moment they had everything. They had themselves.
In the silence of the night disturbed only by the delicate rustle of leaves she heard him whispering her name. The girl's heart began to beat faster as she embraced him even more. She slowly opened her mouth and uttered the name she had been longing to say for ages.
„Jin...."