This is my first Tekken fanfic, so please don't be too harsh on me! I'm sorry for any errors in my English, but I really don't think that there's so many of them (?). In this fanfic I'll mainly use the characters from Tekken (owned by Namco), but some of my own will maybe show up every now and then to say hi… The fanfic is mainly about Xiaoyu and Jin, but others will have an important and big role in the history (I think) While reading, don't think too much (or not at all) about what have happened in the games, I haven't played all of them (Tag, 4 and 5 are the ones I have played) and this story is based on a Tekken world that have never had a King of the Iron Fist Tournament! So please enjoy!

Chapter 1: First Meeting

"Xiaoyu! Get out of the bed, it's breakfast time!"

I turned around in my bed, face down in the pillow, pulling the sheet over my head and continued sleeping. I had been up till 3 in the morning and was not in the mood to get up just yet, even though it was past 12. I wasn't supposed to be up that long, but I had been talking to my very best friend, Miharu, about something very important. Or…I don't know if it really was important in the true meaning of the word, but to us it was. You see, Miharu had a kinda guy problem; he liked her but she didn't like him but someone else, and that guy's signals back to her were mixed… So my reason for staying up was good, but as my mother called me down for breakfast, I really regretted it.

"Ling Xiaoyu!" she yelled again. "Get down here at once! I've been calling on you forever…!"

I grunted and got out of my soft and warm bed, not that it was cold to get out of it, it was the end of summer but still what I would prefer to as 'a little to hot'.

I looked over the room, the messy room, to find my slippers. One of them was lying on top of my computer while I had to search under the bed to find the other one. Then I walked, still half in sleep, downstairs, only wearing my big, pink t-shirt with a panda that just covered my ass and hipsters. I never really liked thongs and strings, not comfortable and a little to 'I'm-desperate-so-I'll-let-everyone-see-my-underwear' for my taste.

As I went down, I almost fell over my beloved pet. She looked at me with a little hurt look that made me giggle, even how early in the morning it was.

"Your own fault when you're sleeping so close to the stairs."

She grumbled and lied down to sleep some more, of course without moving, so I had to jump over her.

Oh, by the way, I haven't told you what kinda animal she is, have I? She's no less than a big, furry panda. Yes, a panda… I know it's a weird pet to have, but I love her! In the winter I always sleep on a mattress so she can keep me warm. And can you guess her name? It's simply Panda! I got her when she still was a cub. She was my birthday present from my grandfather when I turned 10. My mother had protested for a while, but my father had convinced her that it wouldn't be a problem and that I would take care of her, which I did!

I entered the kitchen; my mother turned to me with a smile and kissed my forehead as she always does (she wasn't angry, I knew she wasn't, but she sounds scary when she screams at me early in the morning) and I sat down next to my grandfather, Wang Jinrei, who by the way is a master in Hakke Sho and Hika Ken (this is probably not telling you anything at all, but to put it simple: it's two fighting styles, martial arts, and he's damned good at it!).

"Good morning gramps," I said as he gave me a smile.

"Good morning my little cheery blossom," he said. "Are you up for some training today?"

I was just about to say that of course I was, I loved to train martial arts with him, something I had been doing since before I could walk, but my mother cut me short: "No, there'll be no training today, Xiaoyu is gonna clean her room."

"Awww…Mom!" I said with puppy eyes.

"No puppy eying me, Ling!" When she used my surname, she was serious and there was no getting out of it.

Yes, Ling is my surname, even though my name is Ling Xiaoyu… That's because I'm Chinese! I think it's about time that I tell about myself: I've got long raven black hair which is normally in piggy tails high on my head. Some bangs are always resting on my forehead, but that's because I cut my hair that way. I'm what others calls tiny, but I just say that the biggest hearts comes in the smallest bodies, but no, I'm not big. Actually I'm the smallest in my class, one of the thinnest to for that matter, but I'm stronger than I look, thanks to old gramps. But one thing I'm gonna tell you; compared to my body, my breasts aren't all that small! But that's a subject we're not gonna discuss right now... My eyes are brown and pretty round to be a Chinese, probably because my father is half English, and my skin is light and clean, no pimples here I'm telling you! My personality is something that even confuses me at times… I'm clumsy and at times even dumb, but I'm always cheerful and outgoing and way to stubborn for my own good! Or at least that's what I'm told.

I'm sixteen and a half years old and is at the time attending to Mishima High, a school for the slightly or stinky rich kids in town.

My family and I live in Japan by the way, we moved here right before I was born, as my father had gotten a job in a big company, leaded by Heihachi Mishima, owner of the school I attended to and, after what I heard, one of the riches men in the entire world. My family isn't stinky rich or anything, I just attend to the school because my father is one of the highest ranked in the office at Mishima's.

So there we were, in Japan, the entire family, my mother, my father, grandpa, panda and me. We weren't many but we loved each other and that's what matters.

I finished my breakfast and helped cleaned up, in haste as usual, and sprinted to my room. I wanted to get it over with so gramps and I could practice. I still had some problems with my Phoenix stance and I wanted to make it right.

I cleaned my room and used under two hours doing it. I put all the clothes back in the closet, folded the fabric and put them in place. Then all the cd's got back in the cd-holder, the teenage romance books back in the bookshelf and all the loose sheets that flew around was put in the drawer by my bed after I had looked trough them, deciding who I could throw.

I'm pretty good at drawing you see, I design my own clothes and sew them afterwards. I buy some to of course, but it's more fun making them. I draw other thing too; my favorite subject is Panda, and one of the walls at my bedroom was covered by drawings and pictures of her, and drawings and pictures of my friends. It was my happy-when-looking-at-it wall.

I was about to call for my mother to get her approval of the tidy room, when my cell phone came to life and made the sound of my favorite song, which I had recorded, only the refrain though, and used as sound when someone called me.

The song didn't last for long because I found the cell phone. The display said: Miharu. I pushed the answerer button.

"Heya girlfriend." I said as my happy-go-luck self took the place of my grumpy-from-being-waked-up-early-in-the-morning-and-forced-to-clean-my-room mood.

"Hey," she giggled. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No," I said, as I sank down I my pink chair. "My mom made sure I got up 2 hours ago."

"I didn't get up until for half an hour ago," she said. I could almost hear her giving me the tongue for not being waked up. "But I just wanted to ask if you would go to the mall with me today?"

"It's Sunday silly," I told her, shaking my head.

"I know, but today's open, 'cause tomorrow school starts and everything, so they hold open for the poor, sweet girls who haven't gotten their asses into a bookstore to make sure they have everything they need for first school day after a terrific summer vacation."

Her words slowly sank in. "Is first school day tomorrow?!" I almost yelled.

"Umm… like… yeah!" Miharu said sarcastic. She was very good with that tone, used it more than a billion times a day I was sure of!

"I didn't think it was until next Monday!" I said; head down in disappointment.

"You said that last weekend." Miharu laughed, not able to control herself any longer. I kinda had to laugh as well, 'cause now that she mentioned it, it was true. After we had both stopped the laughing, she continued: "So see you in the mall in an hour?"

"Make it a half," I told her, making a kiss sound before hanging up.

I quickly pulled my home maid, pink skirt and the white knee-length socks on and searched the wardrobe for my white singlet and eventually found it. After that it was the hair; I carefully divided the hair in two parts and put them up in piggy tails on each side of my head, high up.

I ran down the stairs, told mom what was up, she gave me some money and I was on my way. As I went out the front door, I saw my father park the car, the silver colored new BMW, in our driveway. He had been on a four-day conference with his work. I gave him a quick peek on the cheek and was on my way to the gate that led out in the street when he called after me. He gave me some more money, and I was smart enough not to tell him that I had already gotten some from mom. I waved at gramps that had placed himself on a rock near the small pound, meditating. He didn't look at me since his eyes were closed but raised his hand as a wave. That was my gramps, he was kinda weird, seemed to know so much about almost everything. He hardly ever got mad and always took my side if mom or dad was angry with me.

Half an hour after I had hung up Miharu, we met on the normal spot, the cafeteria that had its location in the mall, first floor, right between the food store and the music shop. We bought something to drink before we headed to the bookstore, Miharu got a café latte as always, while I was happy sipping on my strawberry and chocolate milkshake.

The book store was in the second floor and we decided to use the lift, as it was closer than the stairs. Just when the lift doors were about to close, someone put a hand between the doors and they opened up again.

There was a young man standing there, he was tall, much taller than me, not that it was a challenge to be, I'm quite small remember? He had broad shoulders and he looked very muscular. He had black hair, and it stuck up in a spike at the back of his head and only some bangs were in his face. His skin was slightly tanned and his lips looked soft. His eyes were brown and clear, but there was also something dark over them, like he was angry, or even sad…?

It's weird, isn't it? How you can notice all this in just a matter off seconds? 'Cause it wasn't any longer than that I looked at him, before he got in and had his back turned to me where I stood in the corner of the elevator.

Miharu rolled her eyes and formed a 'Wow' with her lips, without making a sound. I just smiled back. I didn't want him to see, or hear us. That would just be too much of an embarrassment.

But I had to admit to myself that he was quite handsome. Drop dead gorgeous was probably a better way to put it, because he was…

It felt like forever to go from the first to the second floor, and I kinda regretted that we hadn't taken the stairs. Eventually the damned elevator was at its destination. I prepared myself to pass Mr.-don't-know-his-name-therefore-known-as-tall-dark-and-handsome, but I never had to. He got of in the second floor as well.

He looked around, and he probably wondered where to go.

I, outgoing and helpful as I am (meaning: like to be), walked over to him and gave his arm a little nudge. Miharu looked at me as I was crazy, something she should've known I am! The stranger looked down at me with question in his eyes, those deep, brown eyes…

I almost forgot what I was gonna say, but quickly recovered my own mind as it had almost disappeared through the window. "You look lost." I declared.

He gave me a slightly smile, not a real one, not a smile that said that he thought I was a stupid brat, just a little smile that crossed over those gorgeous lips…

"I guess I am…" he said. He had a very manly voice, dark and powerful, but at the same time full with suppressed emotions and warmth.

"So where are you going?" I asked, trying to focus. "We can lead you in the right direction."

"I'm trying to find the book store. I was told it was here somewhere…"

Miharu stepped up beside me with a shy smile on her face. "We're on our way there anyways, so just follow us."

The stranger nodded. "Thanks," he said, as we walked in the direction of the store. "I'm new here in town, so it's not easy to get around."

"It's not that bad," I told him. "You'll get used to it, and it's not as big as many other places."

He just nodded. He didn't seem like the talkative type. But I, Ling Xiaoyu, was the right man on the mission to change that! (Of course I meant woman, but that's what the say in the movies right?)

"Anyways…" I turned and blocked his way. I think that I surprised him with that action. "My name's Ling Xiaoyu, but most people call me Xiao or Ling. Ling Ling is not acceptable, and I'll punch your face if you call me that (everyone who as ever watched Drawn Together knows why…). And this," I turned and pointed at Miharu. "…is Miharu, but we're all calling her Mi."

I finished the introduction and turned to face him again. He looked a little shocked at first, but quickly got his act together. "I'm Jin Kazama." He said calmly, as he just told someone the way to the buss. "And most people just call me Jin."

"Nice to meet you then, Jin." I smiled and reached out my hand for him to shake, it took a while before he grabbed it. This guy's social life must be as good as none existing, I thought to myself. But, by heavens, he got a steady grip!

I turned to continue the walk. Miharu rolled her eyes at me again, she knew what I was like, and to be honest; I really think that she was glad I was this outgoing for once, or else we wouldn't have been strolling down between store after store with this handsome guy right then.

We saw the book store and went inside. Jin looked lost again, so I asked what he was looking for. "Some notebooks and pencils." He answered briefly. I made him follow me to the back of the store, Miharu close behind, and led him to where all things for the office and for school were placed.

Miharu and I found our self some sweet looking notebooks with pink covers. Mine was with a panda (what else for the girl with a panda as a pet?) and Mi's with a butterfly. Then over to the writing materials, that were pink as well; pen-case, two pencils, pencil sharpener, eraser and all the other stuff.

We walked over to the counter, hands full of useful (and some not so useful) items for the new school year, most in pink.

The young guy behind the counter smiled at us. "Late out with the shopping, are we, eh?"

Miharu giggled and I just smiled at him. Just as we were about to pay up, Jin came over as well. He placed his stuff one the counter, waiting for us to finish.

I couldn't help but to see what he had picked up, it was mostly the same as we had bought, but his stuff was black. It was what you would need if you were going on a school or something like that.

"You attending to a school here?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

Jin looked at me for a second, like he considered if I was wordy to be told or not, before he nodded. "I'm starting at Mishima High first thing tomorrow."

"Really?" Miharu smiled. "We both attend to that school."

He didn't say anything to that, just paid for what he had bought and walk out of the shop. We followed as he stopped for a second to check if we were coming.

"So why did you move here anyway?" I asked. "Not good enough were you lived before?" It was meant as teasing, but what I had just said seemed to hit a really (!) weak spot.

Jin stopped, his face hardened and his eyes got a whole lot darker. Both Miharu and I stopped as well, wondering what the hell I had said to get him to go so far away into fantasy land.

Suddenly he looked up at me. I wouldn't really call it a look, rather a glare, 'cause his eyes were as cold as ice and his face seemed both hurt and really pissed off. "That's none of your business!" He snapped, before rushing past us and disappeared between some people that had just gotten out from the art shop.

"What's his deal?" Mi asked and shocked her head.

I had to admit that I was kinda confused myself. Even if he didn't want to talk about it, he could just have said so. He really didn't have a rush away like that.

When I was lying in my bed that night trying to sleep, my thoughts went to Jin Kazama. It annoyed me that I was thinking about him, but he just wouldn't get out of my mind. I thought about the way he looked when I had asked why he had moved here. The hurt look on his face. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to hold him and tell him that no matter what it was, it would be alright and that I would be there…

Why was I even thinking that way? I didn't know anything about him, but his name and that he was attending to my school starting tomorrow. And anyways… he was acting like a silly brat and a dick head just because of that question. And that was all it was: a question!

Then I started to think about the fact that I would see him the next morning, see his eyes again, and his hair, and his lips… Oh my God, those lips! I quickly shook my head, forcing myself not to think that way.

The last thing I thought about before I fell asleep, was what in the world could have happened to him since he reacted that way… It really annoyed me!

That wasn't all bad, was it? Please rewrite and tell me what you liked, didn't liked, hated, loved, think should happed next and so on… whatever you write makes me happy! That means that you've read the story, right? XP Oh, and sorry if you think this chapter was way to long… tell me if that's what you mean! I can't help it, it always ends up that way ; so sorry if you like the chapters shorter.