Author's Note: Hello everyone this is my first fan fiction and I would like to thank you for giving me a chance. I am doing Tekken for that I think is a good starting point for a fighting game theme fiction. I hope you'll enjoy the journey. Also just call me Will.

Daybreak, the sun was warm and welcoming, clouds scattered, and the buzz of a new year of school. Door is locked and with a messenger bag in tow Liam is still half-asleep. "I shouldn't read before bed." Liam yawned. Liam is an American student transferring to the Mishima Academy. Due to an exhausting entrance exam, Liam's curiosity to understand Japanese culture and with a long conversation with his Uncle Howard of understanding, allowed Liam's journey to Japan. His button up shirt began to squeeze the life out of him. Damn uniform, it's tight around the shoulders.

The walk was calm, birds singing, trees in bloom with flower peddles blanketing the road. Liam would have preferred to have his headphones though it was temporary luxury for walks, dulls the sense to hear too much. Also for some strange reason, whenever he wears headphones is when someone has to talk to him. He did a light laugh as he was walking. The time to travel from his apartment to his school was a ten minute stroll. Every step he faded from hearing with thoughts of his time at a new place. The school is within sight, though the 30 foot statue is difficult to miss. His body stood there observing the school with many conflicting notions.

At the gate with word of "Gaijin" (Word of foreigner/outsider) rang all around. He stood there feigning ignorance so he just sighed and continued forward, deciding to use his headphones to discourage the curious against his personal rule. The homeroom assignments were displayed and crowded with groups of excited or disappointed students. Liam checked his name and found a room with a Mr. Waturu.

"Waturu sensei?" Liam thought out loud to himself. Students around him snickered; pretending not to hear Liam proceeded into the building. From the entrance there was the shoe racks. His new balance shoes traded with the school shoes. The halls reflected the light, the walls smelled of new paint along with the wood floor shining with pride. Using a printed out map, Liam walked to the second floor, lucky for him for his class is the second to the staircase.

The classroom was half full, students talking of their excitement. According to the board it was written "Sit wherever." Looking around, the back half of the room was vacant, so Liam decided to sit on the right side of the room. Close to the door with view of students. Liam has a habit of disliking people standing behind him. The defenselessness, it consumed him.

The warning bell rang. Student scrambled to their seats and then teacher entered the room. A tall man, athletic build, in his late-twenties, wore frameless glasses and has a mole under in left eye. The girls giggled in excitement. Liam rolled his eyes knowing that none of them would notice. "Welcome to class, my name is Waturu, I will be your homeroom teacher and with that I expect you to finish the year on high note. I am also your English teacher. If you will now open your textbo-" Loud stomping and panting slammed the door aside. A girl with frizzy hair, wrinkled clothing and she had toothbrush in her jaw and papers gliding entered the room.

"Late on the first day, miss Kazama. It doesn't make a good first impression." Waturu pushed his glasses closer to his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry sensei, and my alarm wasn't set today." The Kazama girl exclaimed.

"Just sit down, Asuka." She groaned walking to an empty desk close to the back. The desk she chooses was 3 away from Liam. When she sat down she pulled out her toothbrush.

Students whispered to themselves. "Asuka is late again?" "Go figure." "No shame." "She still looks hot." "Be quiet."

Liam met his teachers and lunch came around. Being a foreigner many curious students surrounded Liam. Using headphones is not going to work here. They'll lose interest in several days. A least that is what Liam hoped.

"So where are you from?" A short boy asked. He looked as if he were to still be in middle school. He had thick framed glasses too. He didn't look self-confident with his back being arched

"America."

"Wow, is it true that most kids know how use a gun?" A girl asked smiling with two others standing behind her and Liam guessed were her friends.

"No."

"From what I understand is that most Americans get a chance to be on TV." The same girl asked.

"I wouldn't know anything about that. There is still the news and they interview people."

Many questions droned on for ten minutes until Liam pulled out his lunch. In it, was a wheat bread sandwich with turkey meat, along with Colby jack cheese, and lettuce with it the drink being a Cherry Coka Cola. Several were intrigued. Food Liam brought from home helped him feel less homesick. He heard a heavy groan, then turned his head left to see Asuka's head drop to the desk. Judging from the ransacked bag, she forgot her lunch. Liam pulled out a plastic butter knife from his bag and split the sandwich in half.

A tap on her shoulder, Asuka looked up and saw Liam holding a half a sandwich in a plastic bag. "No, thank you."

"Take it"

"I can't"

"Fine, I'm hungry anyways." Liam turned his body around.

"WAIT!" Asuka grabbed the sandwich then inhaled it. "Thank you, you're new right?" The girl wiped the crumbs from her lips.

"Yeah, I just came to Japan a week ago."

"Liking it so far?"

"Of course, still adjusting but I'll do fine."

"Glad to hear it, I'm Asuka Kazama. Glad to meet you."

"Likewise, my name is Liam Jaeger."

"Are you of German descent?" Asuka leaned back in her chair.

"No, my uncle changed his last name to that when he lived in Germany. I changed my last name to his too. He thought it would give him a better perspective. He lives in France now though." Liam explained sipping his Cherry Coke.

"Interesting." The automated school bell rang. The conversations stopped and with it the students returned to their seats.

"Ok. Class-" The day breezed on and with the class ended and sore from sitting down. Liam stretched.

"Oooooh man, this day is finally done." Liam looked around seeing Asuka packing up her things. Her hair subsided, her shoulders very different from this morning. On closer observation it looked like her jet black hair was heavily maintained to be kept short, "such a shame" Liam thought to himself. Her eyes are dark brown. On other observations it seemed that this girl spent plenty of time on physical fitness as her legs suggested training. He quickly looked away knowing on his looks will come off as perverted intentions. Asuka finished stuffing her bag poorly and wanted to get home for that sandwich earlier isn't enough to hold her over. Liam just shrugged and walked to the window, being on the second with a good view of the courtyard. From view many students laughed, smiled and is that a Panda Bear?

Liam focused his vision seeing a Panda Bear, walking on all fours alongside a girl with pig tails, another with shoulder length hair, and a pinked hair girl in an odd violet dress. Liam felt a pinch in is chest.

"That pink haired girl is very pretty." Liam whispered to himself in English worried if someone overheard him. Lucky for him, the room was loud with gossip and greetings.

Liam packed his things and calmly paced the halls. The yellow to orange glow bounced off the walls. Seeing a vending machine, Liam bought a water bottle for the walk to his apartment. Exiting the main doors Liam decided to sit down. Birds still singing, he sat there for ten minutes. Something that caught his eye was a group of boys in relaxed attire were talking and laughing amongst themselves. Three in all, one had a keychain wallet, the second had several piercings on his ears, eyebrow and nose, and the third unbuttoned his uniform revealing a graphic t shirt underneath, who was probably the leader. The distance between Liam and the group was forty yards.

A boy with thick framed glasses emerged from the doors, clenching his bag for dear life. "There he is!" The boy with the chained wallet shouted. The three quickly surrounded the boy; the leader had his arm around the boy.

"Where have you been huh? You know you owe us some money."

"No I don't, you guys just used me. I'm barely able to feed myself." Exclaimed the boy ."I really need to learn his name" Liam said in his mind.

"Like I care. Give us what you got." The leader smirked.

"No!"

"Wrong answer." The leader then hardened his left fist and punched the boy in the stomach. The boy held his stomach, holding back saliva but couldn't. While on the ground the boy was kicked on his hips.

Liam saw this and stood up. "Hey!"

All of them looked at Liam approach them. "Leave the guy alone." Liam began to roll his arms back and forth.

"Ah yeah? Are you going to stop us?" The piercing bully smiled.

"If it comes down to that…" Liam stopped. "Yes."

The wallet chain bully scoffed and began to sprint toward Liam. His right fist at the ready. Liam jerked his torso to his right then with his left foot he tripped the bully. As the bully's body began to fall forward, Liam grabbed the back of his uniform and swung him around punched his stomach and with the bully bending Liam then dropped his elbow. The bully hit the ground then groaned.

The second was the pierced bully stood dumbfounded. Liam decided to press the advantage. Lowering his body and sprinted forward, the bully is about ten yards away then realizing it was too late the bully protected his face. Liam stopped his fist right below the bully's jaw. With elevated breathing the bully opened his eyes. Liam smiled and walked forward. The pierced bully decided to attack Liam. Liam raised his left leg forward then extended it backwards pegging the bully's shin. Liam turned around and gave and uppercut to the bully's upper chest, he was lifted off the ground and landed on the concrete. The bully yelped in pain. Liam then turned around again seeing the leader isolated.

The leader began to frantically look around as if there was a magical exit. He reached into his pocket and ejected a switchblade. In a desperate attempt to stop Liam he stabbed the air in a piercing motion. Liam using his left hand brushed the arm holding the blade aside and the bully was shocked. Liam clenched his right fist and extended his arm into the bully's forehead. The bully dropped the blade and leaned forward. He began to cry.

"Next time leave the kid alone, am I clear?" Liam said rubbing his fist.

"Yes sir!"

"Good." By then a small crowd surrounded the event silently staring. Outside the crowd, Liam can hear Mr. Waturu try to break through the crowd. Liam just stood there, awaiting the consequences. Dragged inside Liam explained what happened and the bullies sent to the nurse's office.

"Aw crap. Howard is going to kill me."

Mr. Waturu exited the room and returned. "Well, since this is an isolated incident I am letting you go. I contacted your guardian, he will call you shortly. So for now go home."

"Yes sir." Liam didn't feel like questioning him. He probably ruined his chances at a good education. In his apartment, lying down, he stared at his phone wondering what his uncle would say. No call came that night. Morning came and Liam decided to go to school. When he arrived loud whispers echoed around him.

"What a brute." "I heard someone was badmouthing Americans and he went berserk." "Is he trying to prove a point?" "I think so."

The day finally began and Liam sat down and lowered his head down onto his desk. "What a mess." Liam looked up to see Mr. Waturu towering above him. ? "Go to the principal's office, he wants to see you." Liam walked into the hall.

"Yes sir." The halls were vacant so that helped Liam relax. He is most likely expelled. He mentally prepared himself to pack his belongings. He opened the door. "I'm sorry, sir." Liam lowered his head. "I would like to apologize that I initiated a conflict on school grounds.

"Sorry? You should be proud of yourself young man. It took guts to do what you did. I see a man of action and not a brat." A deep voice responded. "Raise your head."

Liam slowly raised his head. His heart skipped a beat and his mouth was drier than the Sahara desert. There before him stood Heihachi Mishima, head of the Mishima Zaibatzu.

"Welcome to the Mishima Academy." Heihachi said with a hearty laugh.

Author's Note: Thank you again. I had a lot of fun writing this. Liam is in a whole new world. I hope you have fun learning about him and his experience of meeting various characters. See you in chapter 2.