A/N: WOW. I have not written a Tekken story since I was fourteen and that was seven years ago. I figured why not relive my childhood and write a little something of my favorite Tekken couple. I want to expand this into a full-fledge story but I am not sure so for now it remains a simple one-shot. Thank you for enjoy my dark, twisted fantasies.

Chapter theme song: "Save Me From Myself" by: Christina Aguilera

I stumbled into his bedroom, knowing full well what I was getting myself into. I was still dizzy and drunk, feeling the after effects of my wild night with Miharu and Haruhi at the bar. Ever since my graduation of high-school and after the passing of my grandfather, Wang, I downward spiraled into darkness I never seemed to shake. I used to be a chipper, perky, optimistic young woman with aspirations of being something better than what stand before society. I was not the most intelligent student in my graduating class, ranking in the top twentieth percentile though, but had a plan to attend Tokyo University and major in something like engineering or medicine. I had big dreams, ones that would surpass the universe if they could; but somewhere along the way, I slipped. I don't know where and I don't know when, but I slipped…I fell…and I crashed and burned all the way to the bottom where I became lower than the dirt on the bottom my client's shoes. That innocent seventeen year old he knew died a long time ago and the woman that stumbles before him, ready to puke is someone even I don't know; but she goes by the name 'Sabrina' and apparently loves blonde hair dye.

I knocked over a bottle of vodka on the floor, half-heartedly picking it up as I tried to fix the table near the doorway. I felt his silent glare burn a hole through the cheap fabric of my dress. He still hadn't moved from leaning against the door panel of his hotel room.

"I'll replace that later."

"It's fine." He spoke smoothly.

There was another veil of silence. I plopped against his rather large bed, sprawling out against the softness of his comforters. It had been a minute since I slept on anything this fancy and half-decent. The sheets were so clean and crisp- tight enough to bounce a coin of those suckers- as the pillows were ample and fluffy. If I was just here for leisure, I would have found solace in just taking a long, overdue rest. Lately, I have been getting an average of less than five hours of sleep a night and it was starting to wear me down physically and mentally. My eyes were beginning to sag as my mind would go blank in the middle of conversations. I began to grow more forgetful and that was never good for business.

I yawned, standing to unzip the back of my dress, eyes still magnetized to his onyx realms as I slid the thin fabric underneath his bed to grace nothing but my bra. I decided against panties this evening because the washer was broken again- Miharu had a bad habit of overcrowding the damn thing- and I was certainly not showing up to work in day old underwear with semen stains. It was uncomfortable and very unladylike. "So, how you want to do this? You have me for an hour so since I know you and your suddenly this big time war crusader, I won't charge you that much extra if you get too carried away and go over your time limit."

He chuckled, finally removing his leather jacket to get more comfortable. He went by the bar stationed near the kitchen of his room to pour himself a small glass of wine, taking a sip. "How much for the night?"

"It's a hefty price tag."

"How much for the night?" he repeated, taking another sip of his red wine.

I smirked, crossing my arms across my chest to think. After doing several calculations and giving him a slight discount because our past, I settle on a decent amount. "100,000 yen."

"That's it?" he asked, a little amused. I could not mask my disappointment to his reaction as I watched him pull out the remaining balance, in cash, and toss it towards the bed. I grabbed the several wads, taking a few moments to count out the money before stashing it in the pocket of my forgotten coat against the neck of the chair to his desk. I swallowed my gum, untying my faux blonde tresses and allowed them to cascade downward against my breasts and back. I reached behind me to unhook my bra, removing it swiftly before tossing it in a nearby corner. Jin remained silent, still sipping his wine as his eyes never left my toned, petite figure. Even though I stopped training and grew lax on my weekly defense classes, I found time to hit the gym every-so-often to keep my figure in tact so I wouldn't lose it the same way I lost my sanity.

"You sure have grown."

I didn't like small talk and could easily live without it. I pressed myself against the edge of his bed, propping myself on my forearms for stability and balance. I spread my legs eagle, basking in the glory of my freshly waxed Brazilian, licking my lips as I tempted my prey. He smirked, finally placing his chalice against the cool countertop before dimming the lights of his room. He slowly walked towards me, nestling himself in-between my legs to press his clothed pelvis against my womanhood. I leaned forward, placing my sinfully red kissed nails against his zipper to start this long-awaited show. I found it ironic how five years ago I used to fantasize about the evening Jin Kazama would deflower me and claim me as his woman. I was a virgin, unknowingly soiling many of pairs of underwear from evening where I would silently whisper his name against my silken sheets. Now, I was nowhere close to being that innocent virgin and the night that awaited me was one I have grown accustomed to all too well.

He placed his masculine hands against mine, stopping me before placing a single finger underneath my chin to bring my gaze to meet his. He looked stern, almost stoic as he leaned forward to place a small kiss upon my lips. I felt him close my legs, pulling away as he took a step back to remove his t-shirt. I felt a small wave of hear flood my cheeks, using my hair to hide my uncertainty. Jin handed me his shirt, instructing me to put it on and get more comfortable before using the complimentary hotel room phone to order room service. I sat still, utterly confused as to the situation but did not question it. I sheathed my nudity, finding myself engulfed in the personalized scent of Jin Kazama himself. For years I always found myself as to wondering what he smelled like and if I would ever have the opportunity in relishing in it. The holistic delights of pine, peach, and sandalwood flooded my senses and generated warmth that circulated to my core. I closed my eyes, for once feeling at ease, only to open them to meet the soft ones of Jin himself.

"Do you ear shellfish?" he asked gently. I nodded, beginning to fiddle with the only sentiment I had left of my innocent. It was a jade necklace that Wang had given me on my seventeenth birthday and the only thing I had to remind me of my dearest grandfather. Jin found out through the grapevine about Wang's passing and even sent his condolences as well as a few funds to cover the funeral I planned. However, it was not enough to keep me.

I watched as Jin silently hung up the phone, his attention back on me. He took a seat across from me, folding his arms across his abdomen waiting for me to speak. "Sabrina is it?"

I nodded. "It was a name given to me to attract the growing tourist market."

"I see." He deadpanned. I pouted. "How have you been, Ling?"

"Sabrina." I corrected. He held up his hands in defense, apologizing before addressing me the proper way. "I have been alright. I been taking care of myself and making ends meet the best way I know how so I can't complain. I see you have been quite the character."

"Why do you say that?"

"Waging World War III is pretty ballsy if you ask me."

He gave a slight snicker before slyly smiling. "There is a method to my madness."

"I just hope you know what you are getting yourself into."

"I gave it more than enough though. Xiao."

"Sabrina." I corrected, this time with more unintended attitude laced within my voice. He apologized again.

"Enough about me, I am more curious to know how you found yourself…blonde."

I giggled, getting more comfortable on his bed. I positioned myself to sit Indian style as I placed my hands in the middle of my lap. "You don't like the color?" he shrugged. "American men like their women blonde is what I have been told."

"What happened to you, Xiao?" he asked, voice non-threatening yet stern; showing genuine concern yet displeasure. Never did I think I would run into Jin Kazama in the red district, let alone him in a black Ducati telling me to get in. My colleagues were more surprised than anything, most of them jealous that I snagged a 'yellow dollar' on my first night alone without 'Tito'. They did not know I knew Jin before the flashy toys and the superior status.

"Same thing that happened to you, Kazama." I quipped, removing myself from his bed to grab a loose cigarette from my coat pocket. I asked if he would mind if I took a few hit and he actually asked to join me. I gave him one of my last cigarettes before joining him on the balcony of his hotel room. I lit mine, then his, and look a well-deserved drag. I felt the effects of that drug 'Emily' had given me earlier begin to wane.

"To be honest, I never expected to see you look so…badass."

I giggled, taking another puff. "People change, Kazama." We stood in silence for awhile, looking down at downtown Tokyo for a few moments. I had never been so high up before and the view had looked amazing. I always wondered what it would feel like to have so much money that I could do whatever it was my heart desired. For a split second, I caught a glimpse of that feeling. I watched Jin eye me, extinguishing his cigarette against the damp metal of the balcony before embracing me in his arms. He took my cigarette and threw it over the balcony to meet the sudden kisses of light rain that began to fall from the midnight sky. I tried to turn away but he wouldn't allow it. I tried to speak but he muted me with another light kiss.

With a single swoop, Jin had me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him for support before locking my arms against his neck. Our gazes never wavered from each other, another kiss as my back met the cool, rough texture of brick through his shirt. I tried again to undo his pant buckle bug he stopped me, pinning both my hands above my blonde halo. I grew startled, alarmed, as his eyes ignited with a forbidden fire.

"I'm only doing what you paid me for." I spoke gently. He said nothing, only kissing me gently before carrying me back inside his hotel room. He playfully threw me on the bed before devouring my lips again. He tasted of peppermint and salted taffy.

"I'm paying you to spend the evening with me. That is all, Xiaoyu."

"Sabrina."

"I don't know a Sabrina, but I know a Ling Xiaoyu." He dismissed. There was a small knock on the door, a man politely exclaiming 'room service' along with a slew of other nonsense. Jin gave me one last look before answering the door to let in a scrawny Taiwanese man with a tray of food into our suite. He received a nice tip before being kicked out by a clearly irritated Kazama. I reached for the plate of fruit and assorted cheeses before being pulled back into his arms. He instructed that he would feed me and that tonight would be different.

I remained quiet, watching Jin nurse a succulent strawberry into a pool of velvet chocolate before feeding it to me. I returned the favor, this time finding myself straddling his lap. I remove his shirt, pushing him against the comforters before gliding a trail of chocolate down his neck and chiseled chest. This time, he did not stop me as my hands settled against the metal of his buckle to remove his jean pants. I reached over to the bedside table and flicked off the lights. There was just silence and smooth timbre of soft rain against the glass windows.