(Author's Note) I'm just so good. I've done it again. See, now I know I haven' t finished most of my other stories, when I have an idea, I just gotta get it on there you know? I know you do. Anyway, this story is right up there with Hated Love as one of my best ideas and titles of a story yet. Enjoy.

The Result of a False Betrayal

Chapter 1

A Late Wedding Day Gift

It had only been two weeks since Jin proposed to his best friend. Two weeks since they tied the knot at his father's company, all expenses paid. All thanks to Lee Mishima, Vice CEO of the corporation, second in command of the Mishima Zaibatsu. The wedding was held in the beautiful Ball Hall, traditionally set, with a little American spice added to the mix. It was the biggest wedding of the year; Lee had made sure of that. Even inviting everyone who participated in the prior Iron Fist Tournaments. It was surely a night to remember.

Xaioyu Kazama reached over the table for more orange chicken. She had made dinner for her and Jin, but oddly enough, he had not shown. Hours before, she had talked to him and told him to come straight home after sparring, he had agreed.

The young Chinese girl slowly rose from her seat, carrying her plate to the kitchen sink. Just then, she heard the door quickly open and shut. Xiaoyu immediately dropped her plate, running over the broken pieces to the door.

"Jin!" Instantly, Xiaoyu forgot she was angry at her husband and wrapped her arms around him. "You're home!" She hugged him tight.

"Hey Xiaoyu." Jin patted her on the head as though she was still his little "friend". "Sorry I am late, I know I promised but…something came up."

Xiaoyu let go of her husband. "Like What?" She was curious now.

Jin seemed immediately frustrated. "It's nothing okay? Just a little business"

The young wife seemed taken back by her husbands tone. But she did not pres the issue; instead, she turned around to pick up the china plate she had not forgotten about.

Jin Kazama laid down his sparring bag on the couch and unzipped his jacket. He gazed at his beautiful young wife. Not wanting to leave on that note, Kazama spoke up. "So...how was your day?" Jin knew it was stupid, but it was all he could think of. He knew exactly what his wife did all day, nothing. Just like the day before and the day before.

"Fine."

Ever since Xiaoyu finished high school last year, she hadn't really done much of anything. Since she wasn't goal orientated, Xiaoyu had nothing really going for her. That's why every year; she lived for the Iron Fist Tournaments. It was the highlight of her life. But when the tournaments were over, it was back to doing nothing. Nothing but hanging out with Miharu or sitting at home.

Jin wasn't satisfied with her answer. "What did you do?"

It didn't take long to take Xiaoyu long to think. "I went to the mall with Miharu (for the hundredth time…) during her lunch break, that's about it.

"You always go out with that girl. Why don't you call some f your other friends? Like Steve or somebody, I'm sure that dumb blonde's not doing anything." Jin snickered at his own joke. He's away for a match, won't be back for 3 month's, if he wins."

"Oh." Jin didn't know any of Xiaoyu's other friends, if she had any.

The little Chinese martial artist emptied the rest of what was left of the china plate into the trash can. Closing the cabinet doors under the sink, the young girl sighed.

"Well, its late, dinner's on the table for you, good night."

Before Jin could say another word, Xiaoyu brushed by her husband and entered their bedroom and closing the door behind her.

Xaioyu sighed as she heard the door click close behind her. Jin had been acting rather secretive since the two moved in with each other after the honeymoon. But perhaps that's the way Jin had always been. Xaioyu didn't want to think about it anymore. So she laid down in her clothes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Xaioyu Kazama woke up to the smell of flowers. When she opened her eyes, the room was filled with white lilies. A smile slowly crept up on the young woman's face. Getting up, Xiaoyu walked to the vase of lilies with a card attached to it.

"Jin…" Xiaoyu yawned as she opened the card.

Hey little Phoenix. It seemed like you were distressed about something yesterday at the Zaibastu. So I thought this would brighten your day. Though to show your thanks, you should meet me for lunch. How about at Lee's Restaurant? I hear his business is booming right about now. See you at 12.

Lee Mishima

"Lee Mishima? Jin's uncle?" Xiaoyu was surprised. Well that's interesting…today's gonna be fun. Kazama smiled as she got ready for the day.

"11:45." Jin waited patiently at the corner café, also known as Lee Restaurant, sipping his tea. He took in the warm sunlight of summer as he sat outside. Suddenly, a slim figure blocked his light.

"Wow, first time I've said 'you're early'" The young woman took a seat across from Kazama. She wore light blue leather shorts with an attaching matching jacket and a dark blue half top. Her hair was a maroon color, which matched her eyes exactly, short, layered, and parted to the side. As she sat, the woman peeled off her purple gloves.

"Hello there Asuka," Jin reached out his hand in exchange for hers.

"Hello there yourself." Asuka extended her hand to greet his.

"I thought you were going to come today because of what happened…you know, at the tournaments." Jin's words drifted off, blushing as he scratched his head.

Asuka snickered as she remembered her awkward encounter with Jin at the Iron Fists. "Hey, don't worry about it, even if you are a perv –Anyways, how did you find me?"

Just then, a well built, dark haired young man approached their table. He wore black khakis and a nice white button down. He seemed to be in his teens still. Smiling, he asked Asuka what she's like to eat.

"Oh, nothing, I'm not staying long…" Asuka glanced at Jin and smiled as she spoke. The young man nodded and folded his pad back up.

Jin cleared his throat as he began to speak. "We have to talk."

"What for?" Asuka lay back in her chair, crossing her arms.

Kazama leaned forward the same time Asuka leaned back. "I wanted to get the chance to one, apologize for my actions, but I assure you, it was a complete accident. For heaven sakes, I had just regained consciousness and the first thing I see is a woman's chest…really, my intentions were not driven by perversion…"

The brunet woman smiled. "Number two?"

"And number two, I came across some files in my father's office, and I saw your profile."

Asuka sat up immediately. "What does your dad need with my records?"

"Please, do not be alarmed, my dad needs records on all the contestants of the tournaments. But I…" Jin pulled out a folded photograph from his pocket and placed it in front of Asuka.

The woman's eyes widened immediately.

"My mother, Jun Kazama. She disappeared years ago and I was hoping you'd have some kind of connection to her."

Asuka thought about it for a minute. Even though she didn't want to get involved, she reluctantly gave a sigh. "…I'm listening."