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I actually wrote this chapter yesterday, but I couldn't wait to post it until later.
I kind of expected that I made an error of the detailed facts of Tekken since there's like movies and other stuff and people like to follow those and other people saying its wrong and it's.. A BIG ARGUMENT.
Otherwise, my opinion on those "false movies" is that I'm happy they at least took time to make a movie out of something they probably loved. Even if it was non-canon.
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"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone."
Audrey Hepburn
Either it was the sound of Miharu's snoring, or it was the sound of Panda secretly eating again, I find myself waking up to a strange motor-like noise in the middle of the night. At first I shrugged it off, but as the noise began becoming louder… I quickly got up and put on my pink robe hanging from my door. Putting the robe around my pajamas, I quietly stepped outside my bedroom and tip-toed downstairs. As I got downstairs, I looked around my darkened house, hearing Jii-san's loud shouts coming from the basement. He must be watching that soap opera again.
Slowly turning my knob, I opened the door. Outside my gate again… was the mysterious biker. I rubbed my eyes, seeing if Miharu was right and I was insane. To my luck, he was still there waiting for me to just hop on his bike and live happily ever after.
I grabbed an umbrella from the coat hanger to my right and hid it behind my back, putting on my sandals and heading outside. As I began walking closer and closer, the figure revved up his engines a bit louder.
"Hey!" I whispered loudly at him. "People are trying to sleep, you creep!"
Luckily, he stopped and I arrived right next to him behind the gate. He wasn't wearing a hoodie anymore; which was way better, now people won't think there's a kidnapper at my house. Just a little bit better. Instead he wore a thick black motorcycle jacket with black pants with streaks of red at the ends. His black hair that spikes at the bike of his head was finally revealed, but he still wore sunglasses which again, didn't make sense.
"Who are you? What are you doing appearing out of nowhere at my school, and now at my house?!" I asked eagerly.
Answering me with silence, he slowly took off his glasses. "Long time, no see Xiao."
Suddenly, my chest felt like a huge wooden spike had just plowed through it. His warm golden brown eyes that I missed so much felt so nostalgic, and when he smiled at me I thought I was dreaming.
"Ji-Jin Kazama… You asshole." I couldn't hold back anymore tears.
"I expected that."
"Disappearing all of a sudden, leaving me behind without explaining, and especially coming back looking like some idiot who loves the rain-…"
"I hated the rain. Took you a while to look my direction."
"Why are you here?"
He paused, hesitantly thinking away in his head. "I came to greet my partner."
"Jii-san isn't participating anymore so, gomen ne." I apologized sincerely.
"I wasn't talking about the old man."
I flinched. My partner to the tag tournament was Jin? I thought we wouldn't find out until we actually get there. Well he does practically own Mishima Zaibatsu, right? My head was spinning, it's one in the morning, and Jin came back from a million years. No one can expect me to be calm right now.
"I don't want to." I pouted, folding my arms and looking away from him.
Then, a few awkward silent seconds passed by. I didn't care. I wasn't going to be the girl who followed orders… Especially from Jin. He hesitantly thought about my answer again, probably looking for another comeback.
"Look if you have nothing else to say, I've got to go to sleep. Flight's tomorrow and I want to meet my real partner. No more games, Jin." I turned around.
In a second, I felt his warm hand circle around my wrist. "Wait."
His breath was clearly audible, and I patiently waited of what he had to say. Either an apology or an explanation, I've waited… For a very long time.
"You won't get that amusement park of yours if you don't try hard."
I clenched the fist that he was holding on to. "I'll work hard on my tests then."
"Bullshit."
"Well Jin, what do you want me to say? 'Yes! Of course I love being your partner! Ignoring the fact that YOU left me, but I love you!'"
"That didn't make sense."
"Goodnight Jin." I left, making sure he wouldn't grab my wrists one more time.
As I headed to the door, I heard a short "Sorry." As I looked behind me, I saw him revving up his engines and biking away.
"Xiao… Xiao… Ling Xiaoyu!" I felt a pillow thrown at my face with maximum power.
Headaches. Massive headaches. Eyes barely open, ears ringing… Well, I felt a little better when Panda poured a bucket of cold water on me.
"Okay, okay! I'm awake!" I stood up from my bed, only to see Miharu ready to leave and Panda holding another wet bucket.
"Get ready! Flight leaves in an hour!" Miharu scolded me, and I slowly headed to the bathroom, putting my hair up in to ponytails and washing my face. Not that it's already wet.
"Ling Xiaoyu, what about your harsh training?" Jii-chan scolded me.
"Oh yeah, gomen nasai Jii-san. I totally forgot." I kicked myself in the head.
"It's okay; I called a friend to help train you instead. I foresaw this coming anyways."
I gave him a disgusted look. "Hurry up and finish that soap opera already Jii-san."
In ten minutes, I rushed to get ready while Miharu called up a taxi. Holding a piece of toast in my mouth, grabbing my luggage and waving goodbye to Panda and Jii-san, Miharu and I hastily made our way to the airport.
After getting through crowds of people and surviving security, Miharu and I finally relaxed in our airline seats up in the front row. I really like sitting in the front row since there is so much leg room. Miharu was sitting near the window as I sat on the aisle side. After enjoying a few sips of Coke and Pepsi (no arguments on how they are the same), Miharu and I found ourselves listening away to the latest hits on our earphones.
"Oi, Xiao. What happened last night?"
I flinched. How did she find out? "I was sleeping."
"Liar. I saw you sneak out last night."
I couldn't lie to Miharu. "I saw Jin."
Miharu's eyes lit up with joy. "Oh my! All of the details, spill it all out like juice."
"He's my partner to the tournament."
Miharu had a disgusted look. "Well what did you say?"
"No."
"Isn't that a little bit harsh?"
"Baka! Miharu, he's the bad guy!"
"Yeah, but you don't know what he's been through either. Who knows? He could've missed you." Miharu tried to sympathize with Jin, looking at his perspective.
"I guess everyone has a reason to do something totally out of the blue." I agreed with Miharu.
After a while, we arrived in Hokkaido and a huge limo was waiting for me to take us to the Mishima Zaibatsu resort. It was sort of a wonder to Hokkaido, being known to only be there for King of the Iron Fist contestants only.
It had three white connected buildings, each holding rooms, pools, training gyms, other small entertainment, and behind this hotel was a huge beach. Palm trees and a salmon pink brick road led to the opening, where paparazzi surrounded the doors.
"I wonder what's got the paparazzi drooling." Miharu lugged her blue rolling luggage out of the trunk.
"Emilie de Rochefort, I've seen her in a bunch of magazines. I wonder why she was invited to the tournament." The driver handed me my red luggage, and together we rolled our luggage to the front doors.
"Oi, bakas! Get the hell away from the door!" A familiar brash voice plowed through the paparazzi.
"Ne Xiao, isn't that Asuka Kazama?" Miharu noticed, and soon I realized it too. She was wearing a navy blue sports bra covered by a black vest, narrowing down to her white shorts with a black belt. To finish it she was wearing blue and white gloves and boots, and her sexy figure is what starts most of her fighting.
"Ah, Asuka Kazama. Former Gang Mediator." Lili struck a nerve.
"Still Gang Mediator to you. What did you do, pay your way up here?" Asuka put a fist up.
"It seems we're tag partners Asuka Kazama. How do you feel about that? A minor truce, shall we?"
Asuka growled. "I'm only here for one thing only."
Lili smiled. "I take that as a yes."
Asuka managed a fake smile, but pushed pass through Lili. The paparazzi went at it again, but before a riot began Miharu and I managed to slip right through.
"Asuka-nee!" I called out.
"Ne? Xiao-chan? What are you doing here? Where's your old man?" Asuka smiled genuinely this time.
"I was invited. But Miharu is my best friend; she's not entering with me. Jii-san decided he won't enter unless he's partnered with an old friend."
"Yeah, I'll be cheering her on! But that doesn't mean I can't kick butt." Miharu pumped a fist in the air to show her excitement.
"I like your attitude Mi-chan. So, do you know who your partner is?" Asuka asked.
Miharu looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I sighed, can't lie forever right? "My partner… is Jin."
"Eh? Jin? Where is that dumbass of a pervert anyways?" Asuka looked around, but I was surprised by her reaction.
"We don't know that either. He comes as he pleases and goes when he wants. That asshole visited me last night." I looked at the ground angrily.
Asuka put her arm on my shoulder and gave me an encouraging smile. "Don't worry, believe in him."
Before, when I met and lost to Asuka in the previous tournaments, I thought she was just a girl looking for trouble to get attention. But from time to time, she reminded me of Jin's mother, Jun. She was so pretty, calm too. It was a tragedy when she passed. I'm glad I met Asuka and I'm glad she was related to the Kazama family.
"Arigatou, Asuka-nee. Good luck." I thanked her, giving her a wink.
"See ya!"
And with that, Asuka ran through the hotel lobby. Unfortunately, guys were interested and they ended up across and unconscious… maybe dead.
Luckily, we had no problems finding our room. It was a great view, plus the sun started setting but the beach was deserted. I don't know why, since the timing was right to enjoy such a wonderful wonder.
Listen to me, being such a poet. I should really stop watching soap operas with Jii-san. Anyways, once Miharu got out of the bathroom, I bursted out laughing.
"What are you wearing?!" My stomach started aching.
She was wearing the pink sleeveless qipao I was going to wear for the tournament. I didn't get the outfit call from Jin, so I'll be wearing whatever the hell I want. It was brand new, given to me by Jii-san; it had white feathers on the shoulder holes and a Chinese symbol on the chest. Every time I wore it I had white shorts under with black lining. For some reason, Miharu wasn't wearing what completed the outfit, which was pink ballet slippers with straps around the shins, and matching pink hair bands and thick glowing bracelets. I really knew what was in style.
Miharu copied some of my previous known moves. "No wonder why you are so happy fighting! You look hot while doing it!"
After a while, she quit the whole "I'm Xiao" thing and finally gave me my qipao back. Instead, Miharu wore a bikini top with shorts and sandals. Assuming she was going to the beach, I started handing her sunscreen. I wore the whole tournament outfit on, and to be honest... I looked better.
"Don't you dare get a tan. I like it when people think we're sisters Miharu." I warned jokingly.
"Blah, blah, blah. You sound like my mother. Anyways, while I hang out at the beach what are you going to do today? Meet Jin and have a romantic reunion, go with Asuka and kick some ass, or train like a boring psycho?"
I chuckled. "I have to start training. Jii-san said he has a friend training me today."
"Ooh. I wonder if he's young. You could be like 'Sensei, I love you!'" Miharu acted as if she was me, throwing her hands up high.
I karate chopped her head. "That's gross. He could be like Jii-san."
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. "Oh, the secret hot Sensei awaits you!" Miharu opened the door, and my mouth fell open.
"Hey, it's the chick that fell asleep on the street!"
Japanese to English Words Used:
Sensei – Teacher
Gomen ne – Sorry, I'm sorry
Arigatou – Thank you
Jii-san - Grandfather
Baka - Idiot, stupid
-nee - older sister, older girl
-chan - younger familiar person, mostly girl