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(a/n): Someone had suggested me to write a Xiaoyin fiction because they enjoyed my poems. So I guess I'm trying to write one. Please Enjoy.
"Two Hearts in One" by Lacrease MenaseaChapter1: The Beginning
The fire was everywhere. Wherever he turned there would be blazes drowning in their own flames. "Mother!" Jin screamed as he searched for her. He jumped through the burning debris and into the house and sweat poured down him like rain. "Mother! Where are you!?" He screamed as he went through the corridors, burning with Hell. He searched each room and only to find it being swallowed up by the inferno.
He looked around himself and saw it was hopeless. He rushed through every hall still looking for her, hoping against hope. "Mother!" He screamed louder for her to hear but the boiling and the burning of the flames only answered him. He heard the kitchen explode as the fire had reached the gas system of the stove and flames were kicked into the air and sparks landed next to him, missing his face.
Jin's eyes widened at what destruction had happened. What could have caused this? How and why? Jin thought as he jumped over more wreckage from the ceiling. He coughed and realized the fire was eating all the oxygen and he must get out quick. "Mother!" He called out to her one last time and ran out of the house and the minute he stepped foot outside the whole house collapsed under its weight. Jin fell on his knees and hit the ground with both of his fists. "Argh!" He screamed and shook his head. "Mother." He whispered this time and anger took over him.
He stood up and saw a large creature standing right in front of him and his house is gone. Jin realized that he was in a different place now. He was in the forest with every tree burning. The Ogre stood there in front of him with his eyes burning like the rest of the environment. It raised its ugly green, reptile hand with claws of the fiercest birds. Jin felt pain on his left arm and he grabbed it as it started to burn. The Ogre had squeezed his hand into a knuckle and soon Jin caught fire and he was burning. "Argh!!!!!" He screamed as he felt his skin pealing and muscle tissue forming. He screamed like an animal in agony and he felt his skull slowly burn. He screamed as loud as he can so everyone heard him in all the lands.
"Ahh!" Jin screamed as he sat up in his bed, sweating and breathing hard. "It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream." He calmed himself down and lay back in the pillow covering his eyes with his left hand. "God, what a nightmare." He said to himself and looked at his alarm clock and it says 5:30. School start soon and he feels fate worse than death. He has been having these nightmares from day to day now. What could all of this mean?
Jin shook of the feeling and got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror and saw a tired man that was punched in the face. Not that anyone DID punch him but he just looked like that from the dream. Jin frowned at his messed up hair and brushed a hand through them and walked up to his dresser. "Master Jin? Are you alright?" It was his butler and Jin rolled his eyes. As if he cared. "Yes." Jin said and took out his Gi. He is planning to practice in the dojo to get his mind of things. "Very well. Do you wish for me to prepare breakfast?" He heard the butler say and Jin played with the idea and then refused. "No." Jin said plainly.
He was like this all the time. He was the quietest person in this mansion and people fear him for this. They believe a negative force controls him and that he kills those that bother him. Jin didn't mind being left alone but it just bothers him to see people AVOID him because they are afraid of him. He didn't look creepy, so why are they acting like this? He only says no, yes and maybe. He barely talks to his grandfather and school was never fun since he talked to no one. He believes he won't have any friends this year because he is already alone. The world is cruel and there are very few people to trust out there.
He sighed and brushed his hair and was ready to use his gel and finally practice in the dojo. He stepped out and the butler was nowhere in sight and so he went downstairs and outside into a park that was filled with so much grass. He liked nature, he always loved to get lost in the good feeling but soon the tournament starts right on his birthday. The old man can't get you a real present so he makes the tournament to make it up. Jin thought and walked into the dojo.
The dojo was not lit with candles and flames since the sun was rising, slowly, making light crawl through the horizon lighting every corner of whatever it hits. Jin closed his eyes as he slowly began to meditate, getting ready for the tournament, which is in 10 days. He must sharpen his cunning skills to a higher level while the old man is not around blabbering things like, "No that's not right." or like "Why use the Kazama style. The Mishima style is much more effective." Well…you get the idea.
Jin punched hard into the air as he practiced his move starting slowly and ending with fast and strong punches. "Ha!" He screamed as he did his spinning high kick. He did the Kazama combo and ended with a sweep. What he didn't notice was the woman who stood in the darkness, waiting to make her move.
(a/n): Please review if you want me to continue because this is the first time I'm writing something like this. Plz tell me how I did, I want to know if I should continue.