Disclaimer: I do not own any of Namco's characters. Tekken belongs to Namco; I just own a publicly sold copy of one of the many million games. Which means I don't own any of their items. I just BUY what they distribute.

Introduction: This basically a Tekken version based on one of my adventures, minus the fact Jin has the Devil Gene as well as other alterations. Sooo... enjoy!!... hopefully.

Heart made out of Iron

The forest looks more like a desert, if you asked me. I stood up to survey my surroundings. All that were left were burnt branches, possibly some racoon carcass lingering nearby. I stood up wobbling a bit, as my head begun spinning around. I felt so dizzy, I just had to lean against a large trunk. I felt my chest burning intensively, the sweat dripping down my face and body. I can smell sulfur and ashes within a mile radius. I knew I was responsible for this. Taking a moment to look, I begin my way out of the forest. Well, what's left of the forest anyway. As I make my way out of the clearing, a voice can be heard. How it sounded so warm, and comforting. It began talking to me, but all I could make out were incoherent babbles. While the seconds pass by, the voices began to get louder and louder. Soon, it became annoying. Until I felt a smack on the side of my cheek.

"HELLO! Were you not listening to a single word I said?" says a Japanese girl dressed in a red halter top, and a black jacket.

"Would you mind?"

"Well, if you're planning to take a nap, you should actually sit your ass back down instead of standing up. You look retarded."

"Whatever," was all I could say.

I folded my arms again, as I shifted my eyes left to right. I could see a couple of familiar faces. One would be the annoying Korean orange head. He was snoring louder than the subway itself. His head suddenly fell lightly on one of the female companions following; a Native American girl dressed in a denim jacket and dark brown jeans. She had an awkward face made from the Korean's unintended actions. Luckily for her, she was able to tolerate him. The girl who was wearing the black and red suit sat down next to a Chinese girl, who was wearing nothing but simple sweats. She was bobbing her head to the songs on her music device, or an mp3 as it's called. She began talking to the Japanese girl. Not like it would be interesting coming from them, a bunch of Gackt fanatics. I shrugged my shoulders and sat down, putting my hood up. Another one of my acquintances was a British boxer; he was actually one of the more calm ones. I notice he was in his own world himself, so I didn't bother much. I just sat there, musing about the event that happened over eight months ago. The tournament: The King of Iron Fist V.

After about an hour's worth, the subway stopped to a specific location. Each of us got up without a fuss. Minus the sleeping Korean, who was shaken to wake up. He quickly jumped upwards, saluting in the air as he began yelling the alphabets too fast for anyone to actually hear. It took him a while to realize we've stopped.

"I didn't know you can sing, Hwo," the Japanese girl said, teasing him a bit.

"I can do a lot more than that, babe."

"Really? And if you'd do something like say, I don't know, put your hands in some place I don't like, I can react?" she smiled, clenching her fist.

"Heh, just kidding!" the Korean says, dashing away as far as he could take him.

Well, not as far, but he managed to keep away from the Japanese girl's threatening fists. For now. I was the last to step out, after the English fellow, looking left to right again as I kept silent. I can hear the others chatting away, and as usual, the Korean trying to smooth his way on the girls. Until he accidentally bumped into an old lady along the way. She began smacking him in the head as he apologized. Or tried to. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Then, I felt a flash in front of me.

"AWWW! I caught Jin laughing! Whoever knew Jin Kazama would laugh, let alone smile?" the Japanese girl with a camera phone grins while she takes a few steps back, as I began rubbing the blinding dots away.

"Damn it, Asuka. You could have given me a warning at the very least."

"Well, if I did, I wouldn't be able to catch this one now, would I? Hey, Xiao! Guess what?" Asuka began running up to Xiaoyu.

"Oh, my God! Really?" was all I could hear coming from Xiaoyu.

As we exited, I felt the sun's bright light on my eyes. I put on my shades to shield myself, then joined up with the rest of the gang. I had small converations with Steve and Hwoarang, nothing much except Hwoarang's boring bragging about ruling Tokyo's streets one of these days. It's surprising that he hasn't been killed by the local yakuza yet. Steve, on the other hand, had a more interesting conversation; about items, cars, motorcycles and hobbies we liked. The girls continued rambling about what they're going to do once we get to Uzugino Mall. This was the same party that participated in the previous tournaments. And they are my friends.

AN: Yeah, first chapter's done. Reviews would be flattering, but it's not necessary.