Heaven Knows

Yugao

Summary: A passionate scholar. A renegade wizard. A skilled huntress. A mysterious prince. A fairy in need. All the elements of an epic fantasy.

Author's Note: Started something new, which means I'll probably delete one of my other chaptered stories so that I could keep this one up. I'm really excited about this one, so don't expect me to drop it. Pairings? HwoarangAsuka, JinJulia and others.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken. And I don't own the song that inspired this, "Heaven Knows" by Orange and Lemons.


"Cause this angel has flown away from me

Leaving me in drunken misery

I should have clipped her wings

And made her mine for all eternity…"


Prologue… When There's Imagination

Asuka yawned and leaned back against the computer chair. Her printer whizzed and buzzed as it finished the last few pages of her project. Her brown eyes traveled to the lower right corner of the screen, and saw that it was just past midnight.

She smiled a little. She'd been working on the project for months in the hopes of getting a good grade. Now it was finished, and she would pass it in tomorrow.

Make that a few hours from now, she thought as she remembered what time it was. She looked out the window by the computer table, and saw that outside the sky was pitch black. The moon was wan and the stars weakly shining.

Mr. Fujiwara had, at the beginning of the school year, asked everyone in the creative writing class to begin their "novels" to be submitted at the end of the year. It didn't matter what it was about, only that they make it personal, close to their hearts. In fact, he even requested that all the names used in the story would be names of real people, so that they would find it easier to characterize them.

And Asuka followed the instructions to the letter.

She stood and picked up the pile of bond paper, making sure they were in order. When she was contented with it, she bound them in a blue cardboard folder, with the title Heaven Knows on top.

With that, she entered her bedroom and collapsed on her bed, asleep.


"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"

When she'd fallen asleep she'd forgotten to set her alarm, making her snooze half an hour more than she would have wanted to. Asuka pedaled on her bike quickly, almost haphazardly, her novel safely tucked inside.

Luckily for her, she arrived just in time to pass in her work.

Mr. Fujiwara, a tall, gaunt man, smiled at her. "I'm expecting a lot from you, Miss Kazama."

"I did my best. I hope you won't be disappointed."

He grinned as he took the folder from her. "I hope so, too."


She could remember that first few days of writing, sitting in front of the computer. What was in her life that was worth writing about, anyway? The only thing on her mind right now was the tournament, avenging her father…

The tournament!

Asuka smiled. As if inspired, she began to write.

She wasn't going to simply narrate it, no. That would require no imagination at all, and then it would be easier to just borrow the fifth Iron Fist documents from the Mishima library. She had something else in mind.

Something magical.

Something mystical.

Fantasy.

Author's Note: That's it for now, but the next chapters will be much longer than this. Please review…