When You Say "Mine"?

Jing King sat silently in her home. She picked up a glass of fresh green tea and sipped slowly. It was another quiet day, like every day. Her father protected her from every suitor who attempted to make her acquaintance, and she took care of her own life. It was quiet, yes, but perfect. Almost perfect that is.

Jing King sighed. "Why do I feel so strangely? Everything is going well, so what could be wrong with me?"

"You know quite well why we do not feel well."
Jing King sat up straight, looking around. "Who said that?"

"Over here."

Jing King looked towards the direction of the sound, her ear twitching. The only thing she saw was a full-length mirror on one wall. She stared blankly at it for a full minute.

Suddenly, the reflection smirked, and her eyes glinted. "Oh, you have no idea how long I have waited for this moment."

Jing King flinched. "What? Who are you?"

The reflection shrugged. "I knew that would be your first question, though it should not be hard. I am you."

"Me?" Jing King slid away from the mirror.

The reflection's smirk grew. "Oh, don't be like that. Sure, I'm more your Yin, but It's not like you should be afraid of yourself. I'm not."

Jing King shook slightly. "Yin? My dark side?"

Yin Jing waved the comment off. "Well, being dark does not mean you are evil. Being cruel does not mean you are evil. Being a bit dominating does not mean you are evil."

Jing King froze. "What are you saying? I don't understand."

Yin Jing eyes glinted brighter. "You miss him."

Jing King shook her head. "No. No, I don't!"

Yin Jing laughed. "Oh yes you do!" She crossed her arms as though she were hugging thin air and started swaying side by side. "I know I miss him, and I am you. Therefore, you must miss him. And you must miss him, if you can tell who he is without me mentioning his name."

Jing King covered her ears. "No!"

"Oh, what was it he used to say?" Yin Jing tapped her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes began to shine. "Oh, that's right." She held one arm up as though she were carrying a shield, and she waved the other around dramatically. "Jing King is mine! Jing King is my bride!" She sighed lightly. "Oh, you don't find guys that romantic anymore."

Jing King flinched. "No! I am not hearing this! I am not hearing any of this!"

Yin Jing leaned so far forward, it looked like she was about to come out of the mirror. "Oh, you're hearing it. And do you know what you're hearing?"

Jing King peeked at the reflection and uncovered one of her ears.

Yin Jing smiled broadly and pointed straight at Jing. "We've been claimed! That's what you're hearing!" She folded her arms and turned away slightly. "And you know we have been claimed. That is why you are okay with father shooting down any other guy trying to so much as talk to us."

Jing King jumped off her couch and panicked. "That's complete nonsense."

Yin Jing sneered. "You know it is true. How would father say it?" She tapped on her chin again. She pouted like Panda King and held her hands up dramatically. "We miss him as the Earth misses Spring during Winter. We wait willingly through this blizzard of unworthy men until our sun comes back."

Jing King fell to the floor, shaking her head and shutting her eyes. "No. This just can not be happening! This is impossible!"

Yin Jing appeared on the inside of Jing King's eyelids. "You can not hide from me, and you can't hide from the truth. We are both in here. In your mind."

Jing King opened her eyes and jumped to her feet. She ran out of her house and cowered behind a tree.

Yin Jing leaned over her Yang's shoulder. "I am still here."

Jing King jumped, turned around, and pointed at Yin. "Why are you here?"

Yin Jing grinned. "I am here because I am you. I want us to be happy, and we are not happy."

Jing King fell to her knees. "Please, I am happy."

"No, we are not." Yin Jing kneeled and placed a hand on Jing King's shoulder. "But we can be."

Jing King looked up, tears edging her eyes. "I do not believe you."

Yin King smiled. "You do not believe in yourself? Is that not the story of our life. If we had believed in us, things might have turned out better with him."

Jing King covered her ears. "Why do you keep talking about him? We are past him! He does not affect us any more!"

"You are afraid of him."

Jing King nodded slowly.

"Why? He did nothing to hurt us. He kept us inside, sure, but he never harmed us." Yin King took hold of Jing King's hands and pulled them in front of her. She stared deeply into her Yang's eyes. "You fear him because you do not know how he would have treated us. We never gave him a chance."

Jing King sat there. "What are you saying?"

Yin Jing smiled slowly. "I am not telling you to do anything. I am only saying what will make us happy."

Jing King shook her head. "But how could he make us happy. He treated us like a thing. An item-"

"A jewel, a treasure." Yin Jing grabbed a little tighter. "Father treated us not so differently not to long ago." She smiled weakly. "Perhaps we can teach him to be more like father. He already showed that he cares for us."

Jing King shook her head harder. "How do you know?"

A tear pulled at Yin Jing's eye. "Because he said Jing King is mine. You do not claim something unless you intend to keep it. He wants us. He will always want us."

"Always?"

A brief nod. "Always."

Jing King slowly lowered her hands and looked up. "About how many of father's fireworks do you think it will take to break open a jail cell?"

As Yin Jing faded, she simply grinned and started to laugh evilly.

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Okay for questions, Yin is darkness, Yang is light. If you ever played Sly Cooper 3, you should know who he is.

Why did I do this? Because I feel there should be more Tsao/Jing. I don't even know where Murray/Jing started.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, and please review.