I'll Be Here, Waiting For You…
The rain began to spit down heavily and thick black clouds hoarded the skies like a mist… the night sky lit up with explosions of lighting that electrocuted the skies with a flash of jet blue and a thundering sound boomed loudly!
Ignoring the uninviting weather, in the darkness of a dojo, was Jin Kazama – A young Japanese martial artist with a formidable past and an evil, devilish gene coursing through his veins…
He trained through the brisk, night air…swiftly motioning and attacking fiercely, then slowly relaxing into a lyrical wave of an arm, as if tricking an invisible enemy opposite him. Jin Kazama however was training for the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5, in which he wished to enter to finish of the Mishima bloodline and end the devil gene inside of him.
Jin appeared a lonely warrior, solemnly yet revengeful…cursed and dark no-one ever got close to him, but there were those in his heart that he couldn't get rid of so easily…
His only joy…his mother, Jun Kazama – The angelic and soothing woman, who disappeared and was believed dead years ago…but she never really left Jin. After the years, she was always still there, mysteriously.
Then, shockingly…there was a young Chinese girl by the name of Ling Xiaoyu – A pretty, charming and bright person who Jin felt strangely about. Even now after the time they had been separated, he still thought about her deeply…
"…Will you follow me to the tournament?" He whispered to himself, thinking of the raven haired, Chinese girl…
The evening was softly buzzing full of nature and harmony…the tree's swayed gently to light breeze which blew throughout Arizona. In the glorious green and luscious forests, a shadow of a woman walked alone….in her brown boots, brunette plaits flowing in the gentle breeze, pink lips that were stretched into a small smile…was Julia Chang…
A young, beautiful woman studying Archaeology and Forest Rejuvenation and blossoming into an Archaeologist herself…
However Julia felt a big weight upon her shoulders, the weight of all her dreams being shattered. Julia Chang entered the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5 to restore her hopes of Forest Rejuvenation and collect her lost data. But unknown to Julia…her dreams would have to wait, for what awaited her at the 5th tournament, was nothing she could even imagine!
Stopping suddenly, and bending down, she prayed…
"Spirits, give me strength," She pleaded. "Please…I cannot fail." She said softly but determined. Julia Chang was now to leave her homelands for the tournament…
The motorway was slippery and slimy, vehicles slid across the road, trying to stay steady and safe…
But one did not. A black motorbike revved up and sped past the cars, way over the limit and dangerously…however the person riding the motorbike lived for danger and combat!
The cars saw a quick swirl of black and then a flash of red hair fly past them, making them feel dizzy. One man had enough! He glared fiercely at the over taking vehicle and stuck his head of his car, the rain spat down him, soaking his black hair…
"Hey! You! Watch what your doing asshole!" He shouted fiercely to the motorcyclist – who in turn, simply stuck a specific finger at him and drove onwards, ignoring the hoard of loud honks of car's beeping!
Sat, fiercely dodging cars on his motorbike was Hwoarang – The cocky, daring and arrogant red head with a handsome appearance. He gloated in self-love and had an over-bearing craving for conflict!
He smirked to himself and took a very sharp turning off the motorway and parked up in a dark alleyway, just a few streets from where he lived with his mentor, Baek Doo San.
He kicked his leg in the air, and brushed back his long, unruly flaming hair with some goggles and then wistfully pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper from the pocket of his tight jeans…
He scanned it quickly, his eyes gleaming!
He remembered when he was given his pardon from the South Korean military…he never knew of wait news awaited him!
He smiled widely…the invitation to the King of Iron Fist tournament 5 paper was in his hand! He grinned slyly…this was his chance to finally pursue that final confrontation with Jin Kazama - His rival and enemy!
"…Just you wait Kazama." He smirked and clambered back on to his motorbike in one swift motion, revved up, and speedily turned back around and headed on homewards…
The sunset reflected on to the river, melting into colours of orange, yellow, red and purple…it wavered in the sky as the clouds turned a reddish colour and the winds blew thoroughly…
It was a beautiful evening, and looking upon the site was the pretty, charming and optimistic Chinese girl – Ling Xiaoyu. Her silky pigtails blew in the gentle evening breeze and she closed her eyes peacefully. She entered the King of Iron Fist tournament 5 to do the impossible. To change the past.
After the news of Heihachi Mishima's 'death' she was determined to help his grandson Jin – A young man of who Xiaoyu was very fond of. She felt in her heart that if she could go back in time and change what happened to Jin's father then maybe Jin would not be in the pitiful state he was now…
"…I'll find you," She smiled opening her eyes. "You told me to make my own dreams come true…so I will." She nodded happily.
"Xiaoyu! Is dinner ready yet?" Called her grandfather Wang.
Xiaoyu sighed and looked back to her house…
"C, coming grandpa!" She called back, her voice echoing through the air. Sighing, she ran back inside, awaiting her grandfather's demands for food…but it didn't matter to her, for she would soon be at the tournament…