A/N: Well hello! Welcome to A Little Piece of Heaven, a delicious fic about Hwoarang and an OC. Please enjoy and review! This chapter is kinda short but it is just a prologue! Peace out XD

Hwoarang: The authoress does not own Tekken or any of the characters that make an appearance in this fanfiction. She does this because she has no life and finds the entertainment in writing.

Serpent: Heeey, be nice or I'll write in some unpleasant scenes for you...

Hwoarang: Just start the story already, geez

Darkness. That was the first thing that I was dimly aware of: a vast, overpowering darkness. Eventually the longer I sat there the more I became aware of my surroundings. A dull aching throb in my ankle informed me that I had probably twisted it in some event before this darkness. I could hear water dripping somewhere in the distance against the same cold, hard stone I was sprawled out on. Something was digging into the tender flesh on my wrists, binding them together.

I had no idea how long I was left in the dark, but my throat was parched and my stomach was rumbling irritably.

Minutes, hours, days later, I'm not really sure, I heard a door slam open and I was roughly dragged to my feet by my hair. I bit back a scream of pain a surprise.

"Come on you wench, Master Kazuya finally has a use for you," a rough voice grumbled.

After being dragged on seemingly forever, we finally came to a stop. I was not prepared for the sudden removal of the blindfold. The brightly lit room blinded me momentarily and I blinked in frustration.

As my vision cleared, I saw a dark-haired man sitting in an important looking chair who I assumed to be this "Master Kazuya". Standing next to the elaborate chair was a younger man that looked to be a few years older than me. He looked similar enough to the seated master that I could guess the men were father and son.

"Woman, what is your name?"

I opened my mouth to reply but the only answer they got was a raspy cough.

Master Kazuya's dark eyes narrowed dangerously and I withered under his gaze. Surely he wouldn't hold something like that against me!

His son chose this moment to speak up, "Get her some water."

The oversized guard lumbered off and returned with a glass and slowly poured it down my throat. I drank greedily until every last precious drop was gone.

"I will ask you again, what is your name?" Master Kazuya repeated.

"Kiyoko," it came out in a strained pitch.

"You are going home with my son, Jin," Kazuya continued.

"What?" I interrupted, "This is modern day, not the feudal era! You don't own me! Let me go!"

Pain erupted down my back when the oversized guard shoved me mercilessly.

"Don't interrupt Master Kazuya."

"This is not an offer, it is a command," Kazuya continued like he wasn't interrupted.

I just stared at the man in undisguised horror. Surely I was dreaming, right?

Jin watched in silence as his father had this poor girl dragged out of the room to be transported to his own house. Her long dark hair was tangled and matted from spending days in Kazuya's dungeon. Her bright blue eyes were wide in terror and disbelief. Jin felt bad for her, but there wasn't much he could do. Her life would be better if she lived with him rather than his father.

Jin had no idea why he let his father have so much control. He assumed that he possessed a skewed sense of respect for his father. Jin was well aware that this was not common in his family. His father was always at odds with his grandfather, Heihachi, and his uncles, Lars and Lee. Of course, Jin would never let anyone know he was different from his family: that would be a sign of weakness.

"Father," he said with a slight bow before departing.

This was not fun, I decided. Or fair. I grimaced at the afterthought. I had been here for about a week and it did not take me long to realize that Jin was solitary and quiet. I think I surprised him the first day...

Jin had just finished giving me a short tour of his modest home before stopping in front of a door.

"Your room. If I need you, I will call; otherwise you are free to do as you please…except leave," he clarified.

"Thank you, Jin-sama," I said with a small bow.

"That is not necessary," he said, an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"No I want to," I said stubbornly.

Jin gave me an odd look but conceded, "If you wish."

So I respected the man, big deal. He was distant, but he was overall a nice guy, especially in comparison to his father.

It also didn't take long to realize that this was Jin Kazama, champion of the King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5. I had always wanted to go watch one of these tournaments. I wanted to see all the people I had heard about. Maybe Jin would take me to the next one. That seemed as likely as him teaching me how to fight and kissing me: impossible.

A/N: The POVs will be changing as I write for the reader's benefit. Please review :) ~Serpent