A/N: I'm just trying to figure out how to use this website, I'm new here and still getting the hang of this confusing site. But alas, here's a chapter I failed to post last night due to a high level of fatigue. Thanks for the feedback! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter 3

"Morning." Nina greeted Jin as she poured him a glass of raspberry juice. Jin Kazama walked in the kitchen looked tired today. "Sleep much?" She handed him the glass.

He thanked her and shook his head. "How can I sleep?"

Nina helped herself to her own glass of raspberry juice. Deciding not to press on the matter, she asked Jin about his plans for today. "So what's your plans for today sir?"

Jin finished the juice and put the empty glass down. He looked as if he was remembering something and then answered. "Today is the day we announce the King of Iron Fist Tournament 6." He finally smiled, but it was cold.

"Oh this is great." Nina scoffed, didn't they know that she was Jin's personal body guard not his security force. He had paid them to keep commoners away from him and yet these men couldn't even do that.

"Please Miss Williams. Help us." One of the Tekken force members begged through the walkie talkie before wailing in terror.

"What the fuck does he pay you for?" Nina wondered out aloud, having to ditch her personal plans just to see what was happening.

She walked towards the end of the road and made her away out of the road she was on. Her plans had to wait later because of this shit.

She ran now and made her way past the old baker shop and towards the old casino where Jin was supposed to be at but he had allowed her to get some fresh air for ten minutes, assuring her that he would be okay during that time.

Once she reached there, she saw a few Tekken members on the floor. The newbie's. The ones who haven't had any training in the field of fighting she assumed. Some little Chinese girl was now wrestling with a bigger Tekken force member and so far, he was winning.

"Oh...let me go..." She tried to escape his big manly hands but he grabbed her by the ponytails and laughed as his foot pinned her down on the ground. "I need to speak to Jin Kazama."

"And I couldn't even buy myself a snack because of this." Nina wanted to laugh as she approached them. "What is going on here?"

"Miss, this pesky little girl knocked out the front line and is demanding access to Mr Kazama." The beefy Tekken member replied.

Nina looked at the Chinese girl who was still struggling on the floor. "Who are you?" Nina asked coldly, her eyes narrowing at the wailing Chinese girl.

"I'm a friend of Jin Kazama's. I need to speak with him." She begged. "I'm Ling Xiaoyu."

Nina took a deep breath. "He's busy now." Nina repeated the same lines she used with everyone. Jin paid her to keep him away from everyone else, including nut jobs. She wasn't going to fail him, even if this little girl claimed to be his friend. He never spoke about some Ling Xiaoyu.

"Please please please!" She begged Nina. "Please let me see him. Please?"

"She does not have an invitation." The Tekken force member informed Nina. "Whoever does not have an invitation does not get in this place." He said firmly, keeping Xiaoyu rooted to the ground.

Nina felt a little guilty but she chose to ignore the girls' pleas. Nothing was more important then what her boss desired at the moment and she very well knew that he wanted to announce the tournament with nothing standing in his way. Clearly this girl would do something that would interrupt his plans and he would be pissed.

Seriously pissed.

"I'm sorry but try next time. Maybe you'll catch him someplace else." Nina said to Xiaoyu before giving the nod to the guy who had her pinned to the ground.

He grabbed her and tossed her a few feet back. Nina walked in, deciding to come back to Jin Kazama.

"Where did you go?" Jin asked as Nina joined him as they walked through the halls of the backstage.

"You know where." She replied coolly and her stomach rumbled soon afterwards.

"Don't worry." Jin said quietly. "We'll get some food after this. I promise." He held back a grin as his own stomach rumbled too.

"Please remind me to take control of the food supply because we have absolutely nothing in our cupboards." Nina whispered back to him and opened the door.

Jin chuckled, allowing Nina to walk in first. "I thought I made you in charge of everything."

"Not the food supply." Nina crossed her arms, wearing a slight smile on her lips.

Before Jin could reply, there was a drum roll that interrupted his thoughts. "Here comes Jin Kazama!!!!!" The toastmaster announced to the waiting audience.

They all cheered when Jin walked on the stage, Nina stood behind the curtains with her gun ready if anyone dared to shoot her boss or kill him. Watching him from behind, Nina kept her focus.

Jin looked at the people before him. He knew some hated him and showed it, he knew some cheered him on and showed it and he knew some people were pretending to cheer him on while sinister thoughts of killing him were churning in their heads. However, he wasn't scared.

"Hello everyone." He tapped the microphone as he spoke.

There was a calm silence and Jin felt slightly uneasy. "As you know...I am head of the Mishima Zaibatsu." He said. Nina was right. He really did need a speech for this. He hated confronting people. This wasn't him. No, he wasn't like this.

Devil Jin: Come on, show them whose boss. Unleash me and give them a taste of what real power is.

Jin swallowed, it was him again. The devil speaking in his mind. "As history would have it, a few years ago Heihachi started a tournament. In his honor I'm continuing with the tradition."

People gasped in surprise.

"Yes..." Jin continued. "....Today I'm announcing the King of Iron Fist Tournament 6."