~~~~Hey guys! I'm new here so hi ^~^ So anyways, this is a story I made between King from the Tekken series and an OC that i hope you guys get to come close to! I've seen others post ocs with official characters so I thought I'd try it. Feedback is appreciated! I'm not sure how long this story will be made but i hope you all stick to it all the way with me! There will be drama, jealousy and much more so stay tuned!~~~~~

It was pouring.

I stood under a peaked roof, by the entrance of a super market. I found a place by the wall where it wasn't splattered with any amount of water, turned my back toward it, leaned on it, and slid down it slowly and carefully so that I wouldn't hit the floor too hard. The floor was really cold and I mean seriously cold; it sent shivers up my spine as I dug through a beat up bag I carried around with me. Once I found what I was looking for, I took it out of the bag and laid it on my lap as I closed up the bag and placed it aside me. It was an old blanket I saw someone throw out as I would often walk through neighborhoods, searching for any recyclables I can earn some cash off. I opened up the folded material, tucked in my legs, and slid it on top of me so that it covered most of my body. It doesn't usually rain here, seeing how this is Arizona and all, one of the driest places I could think of. But hey, things happen right?

Even with the blanket I was still cold. I shivered often, unable to shake it off. I would normally be in my room, sleeping comfortably in my bed but I guess that's only in the past now. It was getting darker now due to the clouds looming over the area; I'd say it was around 7 at night or the evening, whatever you want to call it. I was having trouble trying to sleep seeing how it's hard for someone to take their mind off something as uncomfortable as being engulfed in sheer cold. Beneath my blanket, I hugged myself hoping to create some body heat though it did not help much. I closed my eyes, imagining sitting by a fire or heater soaking up the warmth. Just then I heard someone approaching the entrance to the market though I didn't pay much attention to it. Just some mere footsteps walking past me, in through the doorway. I kept my eyes closed, slowly dosing off just as I had wanted. Right as I was in between dreaming and being awake, I head footsteps abruptly halt in front of me. I didn't know how long I was unconscious, but it was at least long enough for me to nearly knock out, yet it had to be ruined. I opened my eyes lazily and looked up to see who it was that prevented me from getting my sleep.

Wow.

I did not expect at all what I had my eyes on. There he was, a tall, well-built man in what seemed to be a black shirt of some sort paired with black pants. But the part that surprised me most was the other thing he was wearing. On his head he wore a mask of what seemed to be wild cat. Tiger, cheetah? I wasn't so sure but that's not what I really cared about at the moment. What I did care about was why this stranger is bothering me.

"Can I help you?" I finally spoke up.

"What are you doing here?" he replied with a genuinely concerned tone.

"Trying to get some sleep but it doesn't look like that's what's going to happen now."

"If you'd like, you can come stay at my apartment for the night. I know this is very strange and all and it's not like I offer my home to everybody, but I know that it is very cold tonight and would be a nightmare being out at this time for anybody."

He had a point, I'll admit that. But hey, who does he think I am, a fool? I'm young, female, out alone with no one around, I'd be a pretty easy target right? I gave him an "are you serious?" look and waited for a response from the masked man. He simply continued looking down at me holding the groceries he must've bought from the market.

"I'm not saying that you're a bad person, but I don't know you so how can I easily tag along with you with no worries?"

I heard a sigh let out from beneath his mask and he spoke out.

"Well, I don't want to see anybody, especially younger people like you, have to suffer like this, so I want to do what I can to help and I wouldn't blame you for not trusting me."

I heard him out and slowly began to warm up to him. We only started talking like a minute ago but I can already feel that he truly is an honest man. I have nothing much to lose so I might as well take the chance with this guy.

"Alright I'll go with you, but the moment I suspect you of being suspicious I'll run from you."

He gave a small laugh and held a hand down towards me.

"Let's go then, ok?"

I looked up in assurance, slid my blanket to the side with my bag, and stood up. I then crouched over to fold the blanket and place it in the bag, tossing it over my shoulders.

"I can carry that for you if you'd like."

"It's fine, you might run off with my valuables."

The man looked down as if he's unamused, yet amused, hard to explain but yeah.

"If you say so." He said as he turned his back, motioning for me to follow him, so I did.

I stepped over to his side, watching him as we walked.

"Do those clothes keep you warm?" he asked me.

"No, but I got used to it so I'm fine like this."

"You're kidding right?"

I continued staring at him with eyes that spoke 'don't judge me'.

"I'm sorry but I honestly don't see how you're fine with clothing like that."

"Well excuse me for not having a full wardrobe!"

We stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and he turned to me.

"Why is it that when I care it's not the right thing for me to do."

I began feeling sorry for myself, being rude to the man that was kind enough to help me out.

"You know what I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude, I just don't know if you've noticed yet but I don't have much you know?"

He sighed again, shaking his head.

"No, I'm actually the rude one here, I'm sorry," he said looking to the floor.

I felt even worse now so I let a little smile to show that everything is fine. His head turned to my face.

"Lets forget this; we're almost home anyways so come on."

I followed him and we arrived at a building that he slid a key into, turning the lock to open a doorway leading up to a staircase of stairs.