This fic is in the first person of Xiaoyu. Let's get it started then.
Disclaimer: Namco owns them, all of them (damn)
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Two Years! I couldn't believe it two years had pasted. I'd lost the tournament, unfortunately, But Heihachi was glad to keep me in Tokyo. He trained me raw once more, which is kind of weird. I mean, if I did win he'd have to pay bundles of money for an amusement park. I guess you really don't care when you're rich like that.
Jin, I really don't know much about Jin or his whereabouts. After I had lost, I heard Jin was the suppose Iron Fist tournament champion, but something had to have gone wrong and now, He is nowhere to be found. Something in my instincts told me Heihachi had something to do with it, I'd heard rumors about how that old geezer ball could be a heartless jerk with no mercy.
Well, actually, the only one I've every heard was about Kazuya. Mishima Kazuya, Son of Mishima Heihachi, father to Kazama Jin. In the only picture I was able to get my hands on him, I could see slight races of Jin's features in him. As the story goes Kazuya was defeated by Heihachi who later pitched him to his death in the pits of a volcano.
Could Heihachi do that to Jin? If he could murder his son what's stopping him from killing his grandchild? No, now way! Jin was alive and I was sure of it, I hope. My only clue was that e-mail. I always had a sense of thing and my intuition told me that the warning letter was from Jin (when it was sent, no name was on it of course!) Jin, saying his name even now brings me back,
That last night, before the tournament I always remember the sky the most. For the first time, I saw a star in the Tokyo sky. Every night there's always the flashing of building, street and car lights on so seeing just one star was special to me. The star was really a minor distraction to keep me from thinking of the tournament. I was scared, I thought I'd embarrass myself or do something I would regret. How dense am I! Those were really the least of my problems.
A soft knock echoed from my door which I answered with a "Yes, Jin?" Of course it was him, the maid just barged in, and Heihachi would scream my name on the other side of the door.
The knob twisted and he opened the door fully, revealing himself to still in his school uniform oddly. We were allowed to skip school Friday and Saturday for the tournament, it was a break I needed.
"Xiao?" personally, considered Jin to have a very deep voice for a Japanese male, than again, I didn't really have much knowledge of Japanese testosterone. His gaze meet mine for the first time in four days. those eyes, where over powering. When I looked hard enough they reminded me of a polish cherry wood chair, smooth and deep.
"What's up?" a gave a questioning glance
"Do you mind if I show you something?" his eyes lowered away from mine as if he was insecure about what he was going to do.
"Um, Okay, sure, just…lead the way." I smiled stupidly like always, I bet he thinks I'm stupid.
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He gave it away by the setting. That box he was looking at so intensely last Saturday night was once again place on his bed, opened
"Wait.." I walked in front of him turned with my hands behind my back "Jin, If your thinking about doing what I think your going to do," I hope he got what I was trying to say. "Know that you don't have to, it's your business, your secret." he didn't know, but everyday since the 'incident' I'd peek into his room to find him staring at the cardboard box.
"No." he answered sternly "It should be done, secrets way me down and make my mind a never ending maze of regret." I get the picture, he's defiantly not the one I'll be telling my secrets too!
"But-" I began, and he cut in "Xiao, before I go, I want you to see my past." Did he say before he goes? Where was he going to go? "This box, is all the past I have left." I stepped up and view it's contents. It was filled with trinkets, pictures and items of memory.
"Wha-what do you mean?" I reached in and slowly grabbed a picture of a small boy and, on a guess, his mother.
"I was probably 15." his hand rubbed his forehead "When she died," he stopped, then caught my gaze once more. "It was, my fault, I wasn't strong enough and my Mother died because of that."
His head lowered and I lost those special orbs of his again. I knew he wasn't crying, his thoughts had caught up to him and is brain had over heated that's all, I think.
"Jin.." I whispered, he may not have cried but I could defiantly feel my lower lip tremble and my eyes burn. If a cried I could never forgive myself, I had told myself since I was little to never cry in front of people, but it was just so sad and I, I was weak.
"I'm sorry Xiao.." he said lowly as far as I could hear. "I shouldn't have told you that, forgive me." I stirred, then, it hit me like someone one had smacked my emotion straight dab in the middle of my face.
I let the picture slip tenderly out of my grasp and land back in the box as I move to forward, folding my arms around Jin's neck and placed my forehead near his collarbone.
"No, Jin." I tried to shake my head, it was kind of hard in the position I was in. "No thank you, so much." I turn so now my ear was on the spot my forehead use to be and beamed at him.
I probably looked terrible, my eyes were red and my face wet from the tears that got away, but he looked at me so lovingly. My heart was pounded so fast because I released it then, I was in Love with Kazama Jin, and I never got the chance to tell him!
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Long for my usually first chapter, but that's ok, I came up with a lot of this of the top of my head! Anyways I though you should know, the reason 'Doyobi' was so short was because it was only one day in the life of Xiaoyu. That's why I choose 'Doyobi no asa' as the title, Saturday Morning, which is when the story starts! Well until next Chapter, ja!