Da – Gag!
"Huh. Where am I?" I asked myself. Oh yeah. I was dreaming of him again. Ever since I heard on news that the Mishima Zaibatsu is starting a war, that he is starting a war, these dreams of rescuing him from ending his life started. Why is he like this? I know him, and he is better. He is better than what the news are telling, better than what people think of him in fear, he is better than what he thinks of himself. He is a caring and pure-minded man. Yet, worst of all, he doesn't want my help. I've long felt the consequences of this unrequited love but damn it, why won't it disappear.
Suddenly, alarge paw patted my shoulder tenderly.
"Panda," I said softly. I can see the concern on her face. "Don't worry, I fell on my butt," I lied. As expected, Panda didn't believe me. Damn it, how come she is smarter than me dealing with one-sided love.
"Grrr," she said. Even though I don't speak bear, I can still understand her concern. Oh! How I love this fluffy being. So I hugged her tightly. This at least gave me strength.
"For giving me huge amounts of strength, I will dress you up nicely today so that Kuma will continuously literally fall-over-paws for you," I declared yet I didn't notice her quick vanishing act. How can a Panda be as smart as her? So I came down from my room into the dining room to prepare our morning energizer to keep me, Panda, and Oji-san moving. Speaking of Oji-san, where is that old geezer? Oh well, he'll just look for me demanding food.
"Hey, Panda! Your food is ready." I called for her. I guess she was to focused on watching her anticipated show on Discovery Channel about pandas. So I brought her food and mine to the living room.
"… Iron Fist Tournament Is announced this morning by the Mishima Zaibatsu." Hope has its way of surprising me. "Invitations are being distributed to respected fighters around the globe…" I entered the room to listen for further details but the television suddenly turned off as if I've stepped on the remote.
"Hey, panda. Can you turn it back on. I was listening to it."
"I won't allow you to enter such tournament." I faced the direction of the voice to find Oji-san closing the door.
"Oji-san, you're here…"
"Don't enter this tournament ," he cut me off.
"I didn't say I was going to enter."
"Yet I know you will."
"I didn't even entered last time because it was your instruction."
"Then prove to me that there was another Chinese pig-tailed girl I saw wearing a pink dress like the one you have sneaking at the backdoor of the building with an oversized female companion wearing a black and white furry costume." Well, I can't lie anymore because he has seen through my disguise.
"Well, my ends will justify my means."
"And have you met your means?"
"No Oji-san. That is why I'm joining, for me to accomplish what I've failed to do a long time ago."
"And what is that," Oji-san was now stoic, "to save that boy who started this chaos?"
"He's not that kind of a man," I replied shouting. "I don't know why he is doing this but I believe there is something good he wants to attain."
"You're blinded by your love for this man, Xiao-chan. You're nothing but a mere entity amongst mere entities like us."
"I know but I don't care. He needs my help. I can't leave him in that condition. And to think that I love himand can't do anything to save him render me weak and useless."
"The Mishimas are a clan of treacherous monstrosity. Trust me, Xiao-chan, I've witnessed their betrayal towards their own kind."
"Jin is not a Mishima."
"Maybe not in name, but in blood, and that goes deeper than the governing laws of our society restrict." I was very confused now. Oji-san is being mysterious.
"and haven't you heard, dear child. 'Invitations are being distributed .' I received mine when I checked my mail, yet there was nothing for you."He then walked pass me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Is breakfast ready?"