The Prologue
Disclaimer: Don't own Tekken!
Summary: Continues with our wonderful story about Jin and Ling as college student's just living life (it's the sequel to a book)… yes I know it's been a long time, but I've been busy, but now I'm back! Yay!
He just couldn't have believed it happened… All the pain and struggling, had been in fact, worth it all in the end… If you're reading this, you're probably not understanding what the hell I'm talking about, let me recap. My name is Jin Kazama and I'm student in college studying literature in hopes of someday being a famous writer. The college which I attend plays no serious role, and will remain a mystery, much like how we never know where the Simpson's live or what is Malcolm's last name… we just don't know, and truly, its never been that important, you still watch the TV shows do you not? Point stated… Take it for what it is.
Last year was an interesting year, my friendship with a rather perky, but insightful Chinese girl named Ling Xiaoyu had grown immensely, and we spent all our time together. I also began a somewhat twisted friendship with a teacher of mine, Kazuya Mishima, a deeply disturbed man with genius oozing out of his mind; you know like, well all these analogies I might be boring you so you probably understand, I hope…
Well he had a secretive affair with the headmaster wife, Jun Kazama, and when that ended and she mysterious died, Kazuya went down a dark path and was later killed. Yes killed, so let me explain. Kazuya was killed by the headmaster Baek Do San but that's a different story…
Now let's talk about Ling Xiaoyu, while I would regret to inform she is not the love of my life, I would think she would be the closet thing. We had been through much last year together, much death and fear, and oddly enough supernatural occurrences, which include a mysterious adventure for Xiaoyu through her past life and finding her soul mate which was me, and for me, another life changing adventure that included strange visits from a very dead Kazuya and somehow daily occurrences leading me back to Xiaoyu. Now you must be saying if the heavens say you belong together, then you should be, but its not that easy.
Xiaoyu was struck with a terminal illness, brain cancer, a tumor that would soon push into her nasal cavity and take the only person in this world that mattered to me.
The summer apart as very painful, I would call her constantly to hear her voice, and in her raspy voice, she would say hello to me and talk about her day and daily nuances of her life. It made me happy, it made me sane. It reiterated the fact she was still, she hadn't left me yet. Now I'm a grown man, but I would admit, on occasion I would cry, but my rule was never cry when your talking to her, you need to be strong for her. But I must tell you, she was always stronger then I was.
When her mother called me to visit her in the hospital, I thought I had lost her forever. That this was my goodbye to her, as I came through the hospital doors. I rushed through the white hallway and past a crying couple that reeked of sadness over bleak death. Death lived in these hallways, choosing who to take and who to spare, sometimes just in spite of the pain that it would inflict on those left behind in their quake. I keep running, and I felt I was losing her.
After Ling had been diagnosed with cancer, my supernatural visits from Kazuya had ended. My so call pre-mourning phase as my psychiatrist said was a point in my mind where I needed someone or something to blame. I blame everyone, I blame death, I blamed Kazuya, I blamed myself, but the point of no return was when I blamed Xiaoyu. How could I do something so awful? I still remember by breakdown in the office as Dr. Remer gave me a hug of condolence… and yelling, you can't leave me behind, because its not fair, you can't just leave me here all alone…
The hallways continue on this strange path as I run to her. I run past a nurse and a patient and into the elevator. The elevator hums it soft music and a sudden pause from the insanity that was brewing in my mind. As the elevator began to move up, I felt my mind try to organize my thoughts, what would I say, how would I act, what would I do if I did lose her. But there was no relief for me.
The elevator stopped, and within that instant, terrible images her Xiaoyu dying, without me there to say goodbye flashed in my mind and I began to bang furiously at the door. But within that instant I felt someone else was in the elevator with me. I turn around none other then to see my dead mentor Kazuya.
Kazuya: So… haven't seen you in awhile.
Jin: Kazuya, or dead corporal being, what do you want now?
Kazuya: She's going to pull through, she's a strong one.
Jin: And why out of nowhere have you come back, just to tell me
Kazuya: I just felt like being the bearer of good news…
Jin: Are you lying to me?
Kazuya: Um… No.
I could feel tears welling in my eyes…
Jin: You can't lie to me Kazuya. I need this to be true!
And all that son of bitch could do was smile as the elevator door opened and he was gone.
As I left the elevator I saw Ling's mother in the hallway with tears in her eyes. She turns around to see me and I know something dramatic has happened.
Ms. Xiaoyu: Jin! Oh my Gosh! Jin… she's going to be fine.. She's going to fine!
I run as fast as I can with a big smile on my face as I gave Xiaoyu's mother a rather forceful hug. I can see her father wiping tears off his eyes and just the happiness and relief this has all brought…
Ms. Xiaoyu: Jin… She's gone into remission… It's a miracle!
I leave to go into her room to find her sleeping… Remarkably beautiful and she's staying! The happiness was so intense…
Ling: Jin… are you watching me sleep, because that would be strange…
Jin: Um… sorry… but… um…
Ling: I know… Can you believe it?
Jin: I can't… I truly can't…
To be continued
