Trickster Figures

Author's note: Upcoming scenes are kinda, uh, well, it will make over-the-top Xiaoyin fans very happy.  To me, I wrote it just for length and for laughs.  Cherie Dee knows what I'm talking about; right sis?  Anyway, I hope it's not a disappointment so I tried to make it as light-hearted as I could.  But don't get mad; it's just a story...=)

            Late afternoon came.  Ling heard her cell phone ring.  She looked at the caller id and immediately answered it.  "Hello?"

            "Hi." It was Jin.

            "What's up?"

            "What are you doing tonight?" he asked.

            "Nothing? Why?"

            "Remember what happened two years ago?" he asked. "You said you wanted to pay me back right?"

            A lump formed in Ling's throat. "Um...yes?"

            "Well, there's a nice restaurant here and I was wondering if you want to come?"

            She sighed in relief. "I'd love to!  But what do I wear?"

            "Something nice; like a dress but not a gown."

            Ling made a face.  "That's so vague."

            "Sorry. Come by around 6 o'clock?"

            "Ok. See you later." She hung up the phone.  A smile curled on her face.  Then a blush started.  Did he just ask her out?  She dropped her phone on her bed and opened her closet door.  Ling's eyes ran over the hangers twice before she saw the perfect outfit.  She pulled it off the hanger and pulled out a small shoulder bag too.  She placed the dress in and a pair of low black pumps.  She took a quick shower, blow-dried her hair and tied her hair in two high pigtails.  She threw on a pair of red track pants, black tank top and bright green sneakers.  She flung the bag's straps over her arm, placed the cell phone in her pocket and ran off.

            "Xiaoyu-sama!" the butler called.  "Where are you going?"

            "Out! Don't expect me for dinner!" she yelled behind her.

            She headed towards the metro station.

            A dark suited figure had his eyes on her; he watched the young woman leave.  He touched the speaker in his ear. "Sir, she's leaving the house."

            "Follow her."

            Jin zipped up his pair of black slacks.  He brushed off the lint and pressed on a certain annoying wrinkle at the hem of his pants. "Damn..." He heard a knock at the door.  Jin looked through the peephole and opened the door. "Hi. How'd you get here?"

            "I went by the metro, then a bus." Ling walked in and noticed his eyes look over her.  "I brought my clothes so they won't get messed up." She looked over Jin. "And...you're ½ dressed."

            "Yah, I'm almost done though," he placed his hand on his neck. "If you wanna use the bathroom, go ahead."

            "Thanks," she headed to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

            Jin returned to the closet and pulled out a collared white loose-fitting long sleeve shirt.  He pulled it on and buttoned it up.  He smoothed out the shirt and sat down to tie on a pair of nice black shoes.

            "Are you done yet?" came Ling's voice.

            "Yah, just..." Jin looked up when he finished tying his shoes.  Ling stood in front of him, wearing a pink dress that ended at her thighs.  Blue and gold flowers decorated the side of the dress.  Her hair, on this rare occasion, hung loose, the ends touching her shoulders, with her bangs slightly parted to the side.  A smile automatically appeared on his face. "I knew it would look cute on you but..."

            "Guys don't say 'cute' remember?" She spun around once, slowly, hoping she wouldn't fall flat on her face because of the pumps. "Why did you say 'but'? It doesn't look good?"

            "No, you look really good in it." His eyes followed her curves, noting that the dressed wrapped around her body perfectly, accentuating her figure. "You look very nice."

            "So you remember it?"

            "Yah.  I left school early that Friday right before our fight."

            She looked down.  "I...found it in your room 2 weeks after you disappeared.  I never wore it until now.  I guess I didn't grow much."

            He stood up and circled her. "I've never seen you wear heels."

            "It's a pain in the butt. I don't know how Nina Williams does it." She looked down at her feet and didn't realize how tall she grew.  Her height was now slightly passed Jin's shoulders.

            He continued to circle her. His fingertips brushed the tips of her silk strands. "And your hair is loose."

            She brushed her bangs aside and tucked them behind her ear. "Just another change."

            "Well, you look nice," he repeated with a smile. He extended his arm out. "Shall we?"

            Ling tucked her arm around his.  "Of course."

            They made their way to the elevator.  On their way down, Ling looked through the glass wall.  She noticed about twenty suited figures running about.  She gasped, and pulled Jin to the corner near the buttons.  "The Tekkenshu! They're here!" she exclaimed.

            "What? How?"

            "I dunno--." A horrible thought came through Ling's mind. "What if they followed me? Oh no, Jin, I'm sorry--."

            "Don't worry Ling," Jin said. He peered over and saw some of the Tekkenshu boarding the next elevator and moving up.  The lobby was filled with spectators.  He turned his back to the glass. "Ok, here's what we're gonna do.  When we exit the elevator, turn right cuz that's where the garage is.  We'll go to the car."

            "Ok." When the doors opened, they peered through.  When there wasn't a Tekkenshu in sight, they ran for the parking garage.  They soon found his green rented sedan and quickly climbed in.  "You shouldn't leave your doors unlocked," she scolded.

            "Lucky I forgot huh?" he remarked.  Jin peered in his rear view mirror.  Directly behind them was the exit.  Then, a truck with the Mishima logo blocked the opening and 8 men stepped out. "Dammit!" he pounded on his armrest.

            "Let's just fight our way through," she suggested.

            "No way, some of them have M-16's on them and I don't want you hurt."

            "Then we gotta trick them," she suggested.

            "How?"

            "Turn on the car and heat up the windows," she said. "So they can't see the inside."

            Jin reached into his pocket. "Um..."

            "You forgot the keys in the hotel room, didn't you?" she frowned. He nodded.  "You leave your doors unlocked but don't have the keys?"

            "Hey, running into the Tekkenshu was not in my plan.  I just wanted a nice quiet dinner in the hotel restaurant," Jin huffed.

            She peered over the back window. The men were holding up flashlights at the cars and cradling their firearms. Ling quickly climbed to the back seat. "Follow me."

            Jin reclined the passenger's seat and sat beside her. "What now?"

            Ling's heart began to beat faster.  One of the men was 4 cars away.  "Get on top of me."

            His eyes widened. "What?!"

            "Just do it!" she ordered.

            "No!"

            "Fine, lie down."

            "Why?!"

            "Don't argue; just do it!" she demanded.

            Jin slid on his back and Ling laid on top of him.  "Well, this is new," he commented. "How far are they?"

            "Two cars away." She looked down on him. "Ready?"

            "For what--."Jin started.

            Ling tilted his head up and leaned down for a kiss, her lips playing with his.  She placed his hand on the back of her thigh.  She kept her ears open, trying to listen for any sounds coming from the outside.  A man beamed his flashlight to Ling's backside.  When he realized what they were doing, the man quickly continued to the next car.  They played that game until they heard someone say "Nothing's here." Ling released his lips and pulled away but not by very much.

            "That was interesting..." he muttered.

            "Hey, it fooled them didn't it? But...you can get your hand off my thigh now."

            "You put it there."

            "It was to heighten the illusion," she excused.

            "Whatever you say," and he took his hand back.

            She peered up and saw the van loading its passengers. "I think they're leaving."

            "We gotta get out of here," he said.

            "How?"           

            Jin thought for a moment. "Where'd you leave your bag?"

            "In the bathroom."

            "I have some clothes in there too. Take whatever you can stuff inside and we'll leave, ok? I'll leave some of my clothes in the room so I can throw them off my trail."

            "Jin, do you think they followed me? What if they did?"

            "Then we'll find a way to make them de-follow you," he smiled.  "I just gotta think of a way. But, uh, in the meantime..."

            "Yah?" she asked.

            "You're still on top of me."

            Ling began to blush and crawled off him. "Sorry about that."

(Note: And that is my shameless way of getting some laughs! Hey, I was laughing while writing it.  For all those loyal Tekken readers, I just want to thank you again for all your good reviews.  I do read them all and I'm happy that you feel I write good stories.  I hope I never disappoint you guys! See you later!)