I sat alone in the locker room of the gym and watched as the rain pelted the windows. Lightening illuminated the sky, giving me a glimpse of the world outside. My mind was in a blur, I couldn't seem to focus myself to get a solid training session in. The morning had been a busy one. I had school at 7 in the morning until 1. Then from there I rushed to work to put in my 8 hours. I'd been on the same routine for two years, so I was used to it. I didn't have many close friends, nor did I care for any. I already had to deal with the pressure of people expecting me to live up to my father's legacy. Once they found out that I was the daughter of the world renowned fighter, Jin Kazama, it was a wrap. I couldn't even go to the store in peace without being mobbed by paparazzi. My father had built a name for himself, but I wanted to be known for me. I rose slowly from the floor, and approached the punching bag before me. I began beating my fists into it. Before I knew it, a whole hour had passed. I stopped, tipping my head back and letting the sweat drip down my body. I grabbed my gym bag and headed for my car. It was pretty late when I finally got home. I crept my way through the door, hearing faint voices coming from the master bedroom. Mom and Dad were still up, but I didn't care to notify them of my arrival, and ran up the stairs to my room. I dropped my bag on the floor, and pulled my shirt off. I tried to creep my way to the bathroom but failed miserably.

"Out late again, huh?"

I froze in place before turning to face my father. He stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"I-, I lost track of time."

I didn't know why my voice suddenly cracked.

Dad tilted his head toward me, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Except it's become a regular thing for you."

"I'm sure you don't give a fuck since your preoccupied with other shit."

I turned to look him in the eye for the first time that night. He was leaning against the wall, rubbing the back of his neck. His shirt was fully unbuttoned, exposing his chest.

"That's how you feel?"

"Shut the fuck up, cuz now you're just playing with me."

He straightened up.

"Oooohhhh, someone's mad. What are you going to do about it?"

I suddenly snapped. I lunged forward to spear him, but got got a hard kick to my face instead. I fell on the floor feeling my face start to throb. I could hear him pacing around me as he eyed my helpless body on the floor.

"Maybe you should think before you make rash moves."

Despite the pain I felt in my face, I rolled over and kicked his leg. He fell to the floor with a loud thud. I scrambled to my feet, grabbing his arm and rolling him up into a headlock.

"And maybe you should think before you talk shit out of your mouth."

I felt him slowly rising to his feet, but not without a struggle. He unraveled my arm from his neck, and body slammed me to the floor. I swore I heard a bone crack, but by now I couldn't feel a damn thing. I laid flat on my face feeling ashamed for ensuing a fight with my father. I knew he would just end up beating my ass like he always did.

"Do you really want to do this with me Simone? You already know how these fights end up."

"I don't care, the fun hasn't even started yet."

He started laughing, almost as if he was mocking me. I rolled over, twisting my legs around to get myself back to my feet. I leapt into the air, driving my knee into his chest, but he barely budged. We went back and forth, both of us trying to get the other down. Next thing I knew, I was back on the floor with his knee in my neck, and my arm twisted back.

" I will snap you in half, stop it."

I can't let you win this time." I responded breathing heavy.

I used my right foot to kick him off of me, and buy myself time to get up.

I wrapped me legs around his neck, and tightened my grip as if to choke him.

"Tap! Tap out!" I tightened my grip, feeling him struggle to loosen my legs.

"It's over for you, Admit it. I won this one."

He grabbed my legs, picked me up unto his shoulders, and drove me into the concrete wall. My vision went black as I felt feet and fists attacking my sore body. One final kick sent me rolling onto my face, and I stayed like that, happy that it was over.

"Ugh! fuck you."

I heard him laughing as he walked away, leaving me helpless on the floor.

"Pathetic. Train harder before you challenge me."

That was just the beginning of a long, painful rivalry.