How Friends Become Enemies

By: Michelle

Author's Note: A fic on Jin, Julia, and Xiaoyu. Is it Jin/Julia or a Jin/Xiaoyu? Read to find out. This doesn't contain statements and sentences, which will bash either one of the characters.

Disclaimer: I never even owned Tekken!!!

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Jin Kazama closed his eyes; standing firmly on the ground he was on, thinking about his mother, Jun Kazama. Where did she go? Jin thought, Why did the Ogre take her away from me? She was my life, my soul. Jin reflected on the past memories he's had with Jun. Jin opened his eyes and breathed a sigh. He then started practicing his fighting moves. He had learned how to express his grief and anger through his fighting... Though he never fought anyone... Not yet.

Dad... Kazuya... Mishima... he was no help at all... Why did he abandon me? Us? Mom and I? Why did he make me a burden? Jin thought, closing his eyes once more. Dad... Mom... The Toshin... Why is this happening? Jin opened his eyes suddenly. Somebody had disturbed him. But what? An uncomfortably dark force that had entered the room stopped him from reflecting on such memories. Jin turned. Nothing there... But what happened? He thought. But there was this illness in the pit of his stomach that was telling him someone or something was within the room, making him stop thinking, stop breathing, stop seeing and hearing...everything. What happened? He thought once more.

~O~

Jin went outside for fresh forest air. Nobody, not one, knew where he lived. He lived alone near forests and an ocean. He needn't anyone. He wanted to be alone. He didn't have a telephone, a cellular phone, or any communication tool in his house. He refused to see someone. Jin has been like this since the day Jun died. He left home and built himself the house, hidden in a thick forest and an undiscovered ocean. So far, he took care of himself, following the care his mother had bestowed onto him, eating nothing but a can of beef he had brought with him when he left home. It had been a week.

Go to the city, a voice told Jin while glancing at the ocean. Go to the city! The voice urged. Jin widened his eyes and ran back into the house. He can't stand this feeling anymore... He changed into the clothes he wore when Jun was still alive. He was visiting Tokyo.

~O~

Julia Chang waved good-bye to her grandmother. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself!" she called to her grandmother. "Please do!" The woman called back at her grandchild. Julia nodded, running towards the American Airport's direction. "Please do so..." the woman sighed.

Julia Chang was a very good-natured and obedient girl to those who knew her. She had set out to find her mother, Michelle Chang, who had gone to Tokyo, Japan and didn't come back. Michelle's quest was to see Heihachi Mishima for questions, and after months, the fighter didn't come back to Arizona. That was why Julia, Michelle's child, was entering the Tekken 3 Tournament... That's all it was about.

Take care, Grandma... I'll be taking care of myself, don't worry. Julia thought, I'm going to miss you... I'll bring Mother back... I promise! After all those months of solid training, I am ready... I'll try winning, Julia promised herself. Once I get off this plane, I'm gonna start finding you, Mother... Don't lose hope, I will be there... "This is your Captain speaking," the captain of the plane started, "Fasten your seatbelts. We'll be leaving in a few moments," Julia sighed and glanced at North America. I'll be back... she thought before closing her eyes and resting her head on the soft chair.

~O~

"Ling, you can't fulfill your dreams if you don't practice! Now, do it again," Ling Xiaoyu's trainer and trusted friend said to her. Ling Xiaoyu was a very high-spirited young lady. Right now, she was practicing her fighting moves for the upcoming Tournament, which she had just read from a flyer 4 hours ago in the city. "Yes... I will... I'll try," Xiaoyu said, getting tired. "Good, Ling. Now do it again," the girl's trainer ordered. Very well... Xiaoyu thought. Xiaoyu did a back kick and did her special crouch. She low kicked the air and then gave it a high kick. She bowed with both her hands together in front of her chest to signify the end of her move. "Very good... Ling, you may go home now if you'd like to," the trainer said. "Yes... I will... I am tired," Xiaoyu said, yawning. "Bye-bye... See you!" Xiaoyu waved good-bye to her trainer and went outside her friend's loft. She crossed the street and stopped at the fourth house where she and her parents lived in. She opened the door and saw both her parents sitting on the couch, watching TV. "Hi, Mama..." Xiaoyu greeted her mother. "Hello, Papa," she greeted her father. "Hello, honey... What have you been up to?" her mother asked her. "Nothing much, just practicing fighting moves for the tournament coming up soon in Tokyo," Xiaoyu replied. "Tokyo? That's a bit far, isn't it, dear?" Her father said, kissing his daughter on the forehead. "Well, Papa, it's a big event and it might help me stand out to others, if you know what I mean," Xiaoyu told her father calmly. "Oh, well," her father said, smiling. "Anything that makes our young Xiaoyu happy," her mother assured Xiaoyu. "Thank you, Mama, Papa." Xiaoyu said, heading for her room which was not a meter away from the living room. She unlocked the door using her key, which hung on a hook just before her bedroom door. When she was inside, she put her backpack on her table and changed into her pajamas. She kicked off her shoes and put them on her shoe rack and sat on her bed. She untied her pigtails and rested her head on a soft pillow. She then covered herself up with a warm blanket, leaving her head seen on the pillow. She put the light out and began to rest for a whole day of solid training the day after.

~O~

What are they doing? Jin thought as he passed and walked on the streets of a busy Tokyo. This was were his Grandfather lived. Why was Jin here? He couldn't find a reason. He wasn't here to visit his Grandfather, whom he has not met before... Nor was he to find his father either. Jin despised his paternal side... He refused being a Mishima... He didn't want to be a part of the Mishima bloodline... After all what his father and Grandfather did to him. They had taught him nothing but to run away, to desert from places. Jun was the only person in the world who taught Jin everything. Why are they staring at me? Jin asked himself while staring at people who were staring back at him as well. Jin panted, looking at those unfamiliar faces staring blankly at him. Just then, the force interrupted his thoughts, and he looked at his feet, seeing a flyer announcing an upcoming tournament. Familiar, Jin thought while reading the flyer. King of Iron Fist? Now where have I heard that before? He stuffed the piece of paper deep into his pocket and stared at the crowd, who found him suspicious. He turned back... He was going back, straight to his house. He's had enough. What does it mean? He thought, while looking at his feet, ignoring the crowd. He didn't belong here anymore.

Author's note: Well? What did you think of it? I hope you enjoyed reading it. A bit scary, isn't it? Well, anyways, send a review and I'll continue... If I get at least 5-10 reviews, I'll submit Chapter 2. Well, what are you waiting for? Click on the "Click to Send a Review" link now!!!