AN: so this is my first fan fic. I decided to write it on Tekken, mostly Nina right now but if I get reviews I'll continue with the story and it might progress to having other characters. The rating might go up and the genre might change as well. Enjoy.

I do not own Tekken or its characters!

Milk and Honey

On the plane, on my way to India I was reading the papers that were sent to me by a stranger from promising a lot of money for an assassination. I was to assassinate a local man. The captain announced that it was time for landing. I buckled the seat belt and looked out the window. I had no thoughts on the view, all I was thinking was to finish the mission as soon as possible and get back to western civilization.

As I set foot on Indian ground, a massive heat wave came my way. A frown appeared on my face and I began to take off my bright red leather jacket exposing the fitting black top I was wearing. I realised I wasn't dressed for the weather as I felt my feet sweating inside my knee high leather boots. I had to go visit a market place or something to get some appropriate clothing. I sighed in disapproval. It was the middle of winter, the locals wear wearing sweaters and jackets, "ugh, they would probably freeze to death in Ireland". I laughed as I thought of the best way to kill my victim, freeze him to death, but that would take all the fun away from firing a gun.

I stopped a cab when I left the airport; I placed my bag in the trunk and threw myself inside the cab expecting air conditioning. I looked up to see the cab driver blowing into his hands. He was wearing a thick purple sweater and a turban. "Turn on the air conditioning" I demanded. He looked at me with his eyes wide open. I suppressed the urge to shoot him. "Do you understand English?"I yelled raising one eyebrow. I seem to have intimidated him. He turned it on right away.

"Where is it you like for me to take you mam?" he spoke with a funny accent and a shaken voice.

I let out a giggle but I didn't know if it was for the funny accent or his very obvious fear. "take me somewhere where I can buy clothes" I looked at him from head to toe" western clothes, you know nothing I'd have to rap myself in." We started moving and I began to think of my assignment. I would have to see my customer as soon as I get some wearable clothes. I would be staying at his place during my stay in India.

The cab driver stopped at a marketplace, I got out of the cab took my bag out of the trunk and there twenty dollars at him through the window "keep the change" I said to him almost whispering "oh a thousand thank you mam" he yelled, I like it better when he was terrified of me, I glared at him causing him to leave the scene faster the he probably should.

I looked at the shop only to see a pair of pecan brown eyes staring at me from behind the counter.