It was a cold dreary night. In a small, somewhat poor town in China a young woman could be seen outside training vigorously in some form of martial arts. She was short and skinny with brown eyes and pigtailed hair just a shade darker. If one ventured closer they would find that she looked to be about 16, and that she was quite pretty.
"Ling, come in! Dinner's ready!" The girl, Ling, turned around and walked into a small house. "Ling, what were you doing out there? At times like these it's not safe to be out by yourself." "Mom," Ling answered with a sigh, "I'm totally fine by my own. You of all people should know that." "I guess," her mom said, "but hurry along and get dressed, Uncle Wang is here." "Yay!" Ling exclaimed in happiness, "Uncle Wang is here!" With that Ling ran upstairs to get changed into some decent clothes.
Once she got upstairs, Ling hurriedly changed into her nicest clothes. She loved visits from uncle Wang. He was a nice old man, and he was the one that taught her martial arts. She then washed the sweat off her face and practically ran downstairs.
"Uncle Wang!" she cried leaping into his arms and enveloping him in a bear hug. " "Woah! It's nice to see you too little phoenix. How's your training been going?" "Great!" Ling replied energetically. "I've mastered X marks the spot and the Fortune cookie since you left."
To the dismay of her parents she started to show her uncle the moves she had recently mastered. "Ling, stop it! Ling Xiaoyu, stop right this instant!" Regretfully Ling halted her actions and they all sat at the table to eat.
After dinner Ling helped clean the table. "Ling," her mother said, "why don't you head upstairs now? You have a big day tomorrow." "I do?" Ling asked. She couldn't recall anything she had to do the next day. "Yes, now hurry along." Ling's mother said this with a note of finality that meant 'no arguments', so Ling went upstairs quietly.
When she got to her room, Ling pressed her ear to the vent on the floor by her bed. "...very talented martial artist." She heard her Uncle Wang say. "Yes," said her mother, "but at these times her father and I think it would be to dangerous to send her away. She is only a young girl. Who knows what other people might do to her!" "All the more reason for her to come with me," her Uncle interjected, "she should know how to defend herself when the world is like this!" Ling's heart soared despite the argument downstairs. She'd always dreamed of going away for martial arts training and this could be her chance! Eagerly she listened for more.
"Have you listened to what I have to say?" Ling's father asked. "As much as I want to keep her here with us we must remember that this is Ling's life and therefor her decision. I suggest we see how dedicated she is to her training, and after a week we'll ask her to make a decision." Ling listened closely hoping that her mother would agree to these terms. "I guess you're right as always honey," she decreed, "but she is still my baby and something in my heart is against this."
Ling jabbed her fists in joy doing a silent victory dance. Next week she thought I can finally pursue my career in martial arts. It's a dream come true.
Meanwhile in Japan..."Damn," Jin stretched out the kinks in his muscles as he walked back from the dojo to the Mishima Mansion. The mansion was extremely large and had acres of land surrounding it, but it gave off a dreary, depressive vibe. He had spent all day training his in the Mishima-ryu and Kazama styles, and he was exhausted. Since it was summer vacation his grandfather Heihachi had been pounding him nine hours a day from training. If he didn't take a break soon even his strong body would wear out.
Whan he walked in his new flirty maid walked over to him. "Hello master Jin," she greeted him in what she thought was a seductive voice, "can I help you with anything? I could run a bath for you maybe..."she trailed of suggestively. Jin shook his head for no. Inside he was disgusted, but outside he managed a small smile and said, "I'm fine on my own." The maid walked away disappointed, but she still managed to strut in away that showed off her large ass.
Jin sighed. Every young woman (married or not) was like this around him. Apparently they found him attractive. What Jin didn't realize is why most women were drawn to him. Unknown to him he was quite handsome. He was tall and well built with sensitive brown eyes and his hair spiked up.
After he took his shower, Jin walked back up to his room and changed into his fresh clothes. Suddenly a voice called to him "Master Kazama! Your grandfather wishes to see you!" He dreaded days like this. Ever since he had moved here five years ago he had avoided his grandfather. They didn't get along, and it was better for everyone that they saw as little of each other as was necessary.
Jin slowly descended the steps, dreading what lay wait. "Ah, nice to see you Jin!" his grandfather called out in false cheer. "Come with me." Jin grudgingly followed his grandfather to his private office where no one could hear them. He settled himself behind a desk and Jin took the seat opposite of him. "Now boy," Heihachi started a malicious tint in his eyes, "I have a new job for you."
Jin unnoticeably started to panic. He hated the 'jobs' Heihachi made him do. They often involved doing unspeakable things to innocent people. "Damn you Heihachi, what now?" He asked, loosing control and banging his fists on the desk between him and Heihachi.
"Now Jin, when have I made you do anything to horrific?" Heihachi asked a victorious grin on his face. "I'm sure you'll do this as it is in the best interest of your mother." Jin growled before he submitted asking, "what would you like me to do now grandfather?"
"That's much better Jin. Now it won't be too horrible. All you need to do is go to China and find Master Wang's dojo. It has been empty for years; however, rumor has it his star pupil is heading there in one week. I need you to bring this pupil to me, understood?"
"Understood," Jin replied. Inside however he was confused. Why would Heihachi need this Chinese kid, whoever he was, to come here? If he needed reliable fighters he had all of the Tekken Force and Jin. What more could he need. Puzzled Jin started out the door when he heard Heihachi calling for him.
"Jin, I suppose you're wondering why I need another fighter?" Jin stopped and turned around mildly interested. "I'm planning to expand Mishima industries, and to help with the more... uncivilized aspects of the job, I'll need more than one reliable fighter who would never betray me. Now that you know the answer, get out of my office and go pack. Your flight leaves tomorrow."
Jin left the office deeply troubled. Mishima was expanding, and that spelled trouble for more people than just him. "Damn!" He cursed out loud. If only my mother wasn't in Heihachi's evil hands, he thought angrily, I'd rip Heihachi's head off my self. With that Jin Kazama charged up the stairs to his room and angrily packed his things. Coming across a picture of his mother, Jin's anger completely vanished only to be replaced with a deep sense of sadness and longing. He gently laid the picture in his suitcase. Mother when I set you free, will you ever forgive my for the pain I've brought to this world. With that Jin closed his suitcase and went to sleep. He was unaware that the journey on which he would partake tomorrow would forever change his life.
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