Tekken Tag

By: Lady Lowe

Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken, please don't rub it in.

AN: Each chapter will be rated separately, so some chapters will be G, PG, and I can promise you that the second chapter will be a lemon. Technically, you don't have to read the lemony part, but I think it's technically important.

Tekken Tag

Prologue

Lady Lowe

The boat was there, waiting for them. Each one of them looked at it with fear, determination, hatred, and sadness encrypted in their features. Their bags were slung over their shoulders, but their hearts were back in their past.

A girl shuddered with such violent ferocity that she had to be taken away, the guards at the stand post alerting an ambulance to pick her up. Oh, no, no, there was to be perhaps no bad publicity coming around again.

But, of course, there was.

A hooded figure hung out in back, his bags--or rather, only one bag--was held in his hand, and he stared at the boat with a stare that seemed to black everything else out. The boat sounded and he jumped out of his trance as he was pushed softly from behind. He had half a mind to turn around and start berating the person but decided against it.

Better not attract trouble. It would be too easy.

Right before she stepped onto the platform, a Chinese girl let the wind whip her hair around and she spoke little words that asked for peace.

Peace for everyone, peace for Master Wang, peace for the boy that she knew she loved.

A redhead stepped behind the girl and cocked his head to his side. She looked familiar, as if he had seen her before.

But where?

Cold, hard, old eyes merely glanced at the passengers next to him, and he smirked inwardly. The little Chinese girl seemed to be no trouble, the redhead behind her who seemed to adore her would probably be nothing. And the blond, lithe woman should seem like nothing, although she was probably dangerous if she had her weapons. Ah, yes, no one seemed to be able to stop him from getting his ultimate prize--the prize to live.

She was sharpening her blade when she felt someone staring at her. She used her blade as a mirror to see and quickly glanced back down as she realized who was staring at her. Shit, she thought, the fucking cops are here. She continued to sharpen her blade, nonchalantly, and closed her eyes, her memories overcoming her with unresolved issues that she was just going to have to resolve.

He was walking down the stairs when he saw a blonde woman, looking at something that was shining bright. Quickly their eyes caught, and she turned her gaze after a second. Interesting, he thought, I thought she died. But his gaze was caught swiftly with another person. Impossible, he thought again, simply impossible. How could he still be alive?

He ran his hand up his long dirty-blond hair. He cracked his knuckles, and his neck, and ran his tongue over his teeth. I only came for fun and to find out the truth, he told himself, only to find the truth. That's it. After that, I'm gone. Yes, yes, yes. I'm gone...

"Welcome, great warriors and fighters!" He stood on the ultimate platform, and he tried to connect with all the eyes that was torn to him. Everyone looked except for one person, who kept his head down and was concentrating on something. He wore a hood over his head, and he couldn't see what he was looking at. Well, Heihachi thought, a special one. We'll find out soon enough who it is, however.

"Today is the day where the world's fighters will fight against each other and meet each other and win the ultimate prize! But, this Tekken Tournament is different from the others as I see and remember the faces from the old Tournaments. Ah, yes, this Tournament is different. This time, it is called the Tekken Tag Tournament!" Heihachi let the news sink in, and he described the rules and such, as they were the same from the other tournaments. However, they were able to "tag" in players if they felt down or damaged or hurt.

"And as everyone has already been confirmed of participating this event, the pairs will be distributed." He unraveled a scroll and spoke, loud and clear, that traveled past through the boat and into the sea. He spoke several names before ears began to pick interest.

"Nina Williams and Brian Fury."

All heads turned to the cryogenically frozen assassin as she stood paired with the robot named Brian Fury who was once the best police officer. Cold, hard eyes flickered upon each other before they went their ways.

Heihachi grinned in spite of everyone else's' worried glances. Good, he thought, people are afraid.

"Paul Phoenix and Forest Law."

Paul's head snapped up with the mention of Law's name. Impossible, he thought. What is he doing here? Yet, he walked confidently towards Forest Law, holding his arms in an embracing manner. Law grinned cheerfully and returned the hug, before exchanging words with his best friend.

"Lei Wulong and Yoshimitsu."

The unlikely pair looked at each other, their eyes responding to each other. They nodded and stalked off.

"Hwoarang and Baek Doo San."

Hwoarang's head had snapped up painfully after hearing the name of his master. This cannot be, Hwoarang thought, my master back? He walked to Baek, trying hard to let the bounce in his step not show as he forced himself not to run to him. He stared in awe at Baek and saw his smile. Hwoarang cracked a smile in response and suppressed the urge to hug him. Instead, they bowed to each other and Hwoarang went to grab his bags.

Finally, two people were left in the midst, the Chinese girl, and the boy in the hood. Heihachi's eyes glared eagerly at them and whispered their names softly, but they heard each other's names loud and clear.

"Ling Xiaoyu and Jin Kazama."

The boy in the hood--Jin Kazama--looked up and couldn't believe that the woman he was staring at was the girl that he used to go to school with. Or the girl that he used to see in the last Tournament. Impossible. Again, impossible.

Ling Xiaoyu glanced at the boy in the hood and instinctively grabbed for his hand. She ran her fingers down his calloused hand and knew immediately that it was truly Jin's. Only he had that life force, that aura. "Jin..." she breathed, her happiness obvious in her voice.

Jin tried to speak to her but couldn't and was only able to choke out, "Xiaoyu," before the lump in his throat lodged it. She grabbed her bags and ran back to him, holding onto him, holding him safely to their room. He leaned on her, tears cascading down his face as he remembered everything that happened connected to her.

"Yes, yes, it has been done..." Heihachi clasped his hands together, clearly pleased with what had happened between his paired partners. He breathed slowly as he saw the island in view and as they docked into place. All of his fighters were taken out and placed into their own suites, place, whatever, and only until he was left in his office overlooking everything did he truly laugh and joy cover his body.

He slapped his hand down on the table and yelled out with absolute mirth, "Tekken Tag has begun!"