Chapter 1: Captured!

Disclaimer: NONE of the Tekken characters belong to me, they belong to Namco!

Writer's Note:

This is a story idea I had when writing the end of my first fanfict 'A Fighter With A Curse.'

I hope you readers like it, a bit is kind of like the film 'Mulan!'

She felt sticky with sweat; her whole body shook with the cold and frosty temperatures.

Yet she continued to slash away at her enemies with her sword.

The blade was quite a plain thing, its metal was strong as any stone and could slice a silk handkerchief easily, but the hilt was something that had been passed down generation to generation.

The hilt was a strange smooth dark red piece of metal, it was covered in strange carvings, and each engraved symbol was unique in its own way.

The blade whirred around in a pattern of light, red and grey beams glittered around her as she plunged the weapon through every enemy who came across her.

Her heart raced and her arms ached slightly, the rain started to patter down onto the armies.

The ground became muddy and slippy, once or twice she stumbled, but regaining her combat position she fought on.

She heard the yells and cries of her comrades being killed in the battlefield; with every death of her fellow worriers she felt a sense of defeat intertwine itself into her mind.

Her head was bleeding slightly, and her left arm was in a bad way, the enemy soldiers enclosed around her, cutting her off from any help…if it came!

Even though she fought, she knew she was fighting a lost battle.

She felt someone kick her in the back and another smash an axe down onto her kneecap.

She breathed a short gasp and collapsed to the ground, she felt people kicking her all over.

She could literally smell death as it snaked around her.

"Death is at my door!" she murmured.

She felt immensely woozy and tired. Slowly through the pain and agony cries she gave she drifted into a sleep.

"Sir…we have got one of them he's partly alive, shall bring him here?" asked the young captain eagerly.

"Bring him tied…and bring me my sword and dagger too!" commanded the young prince.

He strode into his tent with the grace and manner of any normal prince, however his mood wasn't cheerful, merely hasty.

"Get up you Chinese scum!" growled a middle aged Japanese soldier, kicking the young worrier in the back.

She bit her lip through the pain and slowly got up, two young guards rushed at her and chained her quickly.

She still wore her leather armour, but it was now completely muddy and had large streaks of blood on it. Her helmet was just as grimy as the armour too!

Her face was covered in blood and muck, a thin scabbed over line ran down her forehead, her mouth had fresh blood running along I like a stream.

She was forced into a tent that stood out from the rest.

It was in a dark purple shade and had a Japanese flag on the top.

"Prince Jin…here he is…the last survivor," said the same young captain, bowing at the prince.

"Very good captain!" remarked the prince, eyeing the worrier suspiciously.

He could tell that there was something wrong, but decided not to say anything about it.

"Bow to the prince!" ordered the captain, pushing the captive forward onto her knees.

She got up with a struggle and spat in the captains face; "I'd rather be hung then bow towards the prince of Japan!"

The captain's face turned cold and furious, he ordered two soldiers to force her to bow down.

"What's your name and rank?" asked the prince, forcing his small dagger under her chin and bringing it up.

"Why the hell do you want to know…why don't you just kill me like you did my comrades?" she demanded, picking herself up and glaring up at the prince.

The prince snarled and clenched his fist. He sent it with abrupt into her face, causing her eye to swell up slightly.

She was knocked back onto her knees by the force.

The prince executed his uppercut, this time so hard she was sent a distance away from the royal worrier.

She lay still for a minute, then as she got up her head felt suddenly lighter.

She looked across the floor and saw her helmet trailing around the floor like a lost trinket.

Everyone in the tent gasped in shock at the shoulder length black hair that had tumbled onto her shoulders.

She looked up in panic at the faces, then she turned towards her helmet, just as she reached out for it she saw the prince grab it just before her fingers gripped it.

"Sire…what do you want me to do with her?" stumbled the captain earnestly.

"Put her back into the prison tent, seen as the battle here is won, we may return to the capital!" replied the prince, staring at the female worrier's distraught face.

"Your name?" he asked, this time showing no harshness in his voice.

She looked down at her hands and mumbled her reply.

"Xiaoyu!" she replied simply, wishing she was a hundred miles away from the prince.

She looked up at him, and only then did she notice the huge scar that ran down his right arm.

In The Prison Tent

Xiaoyu shuddered with cold as she painstakingly pulled out a piece of metal rod from a ripped part of her leather boots.

Her fingers bled slightly, but she didn't seem to notice, she was too fixated at picking the small lock to her chains.

Eventually the chains fell off, she rubbed her wrists, trying to get the circulation back through them.

Then carefully she popped her head outside the tent, the two guards were asleep.

"Perfect!" she whispered, grinning slightly.

Carefully she hobbled out of the tent and snuck past the two sentry guards.

She silently jogged out of the campsite and entered the woods to the north.

Her jog made her knee feel like it was on fire with pain.

Eventually she came to a large river. She felt shaky all over and realised she was in need of some sleep.

She carefully settled down next to an old tree.

Prince Jin leaned against a tree that unlooked a small stream.

He breathed in the crisp cold air and sat down cross-legged and meditated for an hour.

Afterwards he lay in the same position and began to think about Xiaoyu.

Jin's Point Of View

I can't believe I punched her twice! She probably would like to gut me if she could.

I guess my father is going to have her executed…probably going to be burned alive!

That will cause a really big spectacle for the people, her agonizing screams as she burns. It'll serve her right for what she did to my men.

I could easily save her life…just by asking father…but she's not worth the effort. Besides, then he'll think I'm weak.

I know exactly how mother would feel about it, she'd be furious with how the Xiaoyu has been treated.

She always said I was a bitter prince…and unforgiving too!

Jin eventually got up and started east, where the captor worrier had settled down to her sleep!

"Hello Xiaoyu!" spoke a clear voice.

Xiaoyu woke up aghast.

"How the hell did he find me?" she wondered.

Just as Jin reached out to grab Xiaoyu by the arm, he felt a stab like punch at his face take him by surprise.

He backed away a bit and gave room for Xiaoyu to stand up.

Blood still seeped from her kneecap, even though it had been bound tightly with a piece of cloth.

Xiaoyu hobbled a bit on her unhurt leg.

She looked behind her and saw the river; she gulped in fear and dread of what she would have to do to escape.

Jin was standing in his stance, Xiaoyu looked a little afraid; he looked too smug and happy for her liking.

"I'll have to fight him!" she decided, standing in her own fighting stance.

She waited for him to make the first move; Jin came at Xiaoyu with a high kick, turning it into a special spinning kick.

Xiaoyu just managed to block his moves, then balancing on her unhurt leg she carry wheeled out of the way of the flying kick, and then executing her raccoon swing.

Jin just swerved out of the way in time.

He jumped away and leapt into a large tree.

Xiaoyu looked up and calculated her next move.

Her sharp eyes couldn't pick him up, by the time she could see him it was too late.

Prince Jin jumped down from the lowest branch and appeared behind Xiaoyu; quickly he grabbed her arm and swung her down hard near the river.

She coughed and spat out blood.

Still determined to escape she sprung up and performed her fortune cookie combo of attacks.

Prince Jin blocked the first three moves, but when it came to the storming flower, he was sent flying into a tree trunk.

When he got up he too was covered in mud, his lip was cracked and bled a little.

"You stupid cow!" he said in his own native tongue.

Quickly he charged towards Xiaoyu and forced her to the ground. He put both her arms painfully behind her back.

Xiaoyu wriggled and squirmed furiously; her face was mere inches away from the mud.

"Let go!" she shrieked in Chinese.

Jin spoke with a small smirk on his face.

"You fight pretty good…for a girl!" he whispered in her ear.

Quickly he dragged her onto her feet, but she was just as determined as ever to get away from the Japanese prince worrier.

She waited until his grip started to lessen, then quickly she wriggled out of his grasp and cart wheeled a little distance from him, she ran into the river and turned around, but the prince was no where to be seen.

"Dam it!" she murmured under her breath.

She gritted her teeth and reached down to into the river to take up a handful of cold water. Just as she splashed it on her face she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around only to be met by the sheer force of a punch, which sent her flying a few meters into the water.

The water was up to her neck there when she got up, the currant was too strong for her to swim across.

Her limp body came to the edge of the river where it turned into a waterfall; just as she went over she managed to hook her hand onto a large boulder.

She looked down only to see huge jaggy rocks at the bottom.

"Oh no!" she whispered, noticing her hands were stating to slip.

When she looked up again she saw Jin's young muddy face smiling.

"You scum!" she yelled as her hands slipped further and further down the rock.

Eventually only her right wounded hand was clinging on. She knew it wouldn't stay on.

She looked down at the jagged rocks and then up into the prince's eyes, a tear appeared and drizzled down her cheek. Then just as she closed her eyes she felt a jolt of pain shoot up her hand, then the next moment later her hand had disappeared from the rock, and she was falling into the deep waterfall.

"If I'm not dead by the fall, the rocks will finish me off!" she thought.

Writers Note:

So, what do you think?

Please no complaining at the fact that there are only two Tekken characters in it so far, because more shall appear in later chapters!

Ok, so it may be a little bit of an obvious ending cliff-hanger in the way of if she'll die of not.

By the way, this story will have a bit of fantasy in it, for instance there will be a few mages, and dragons plus a few special powers!

Now, at this point you should be writing and submitting a review, so get to work then!