Not the Admirer
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken, nor the characters etc… under the concept. I am making no money from this Fan Fiction, Tekken © to Namco. I do however own any extra characters that don't appear in the Tekken series.
Chapter 4
Miharu didn't see Xiaoyu on the way home from school. She had wanted to tell her that she would be coming along to the Mishima mansion to study, to see if she and her could manage to slip around Jin during studying time. Less work for her, the easier the day would progress.
'Oh well, I'll surprise her tomorrow when I turn up,' she thought. 'I hope she'll be in.'
***
She had tried to cram in a little bit of algebra revision before going to bed the night before, but her mind couldn't stick on the work and she grew tired very fast. The best thing was to call it a night.
She had dropped off to sleep pretty quickly, dreaming of things that would never possibly happen. But on waking up, she began to worry.
'I'm going to the Mishima mansion! Home of Heihachi Mishima, the wealthiest man in Japan! And I'm going there to be tutored by his grandson, how lame is that! It will make me look so stupid! Great, just the impression I want to be making when I enter the grounds of a rich man.'
She got up, showered and dressed into her school uniform, straightening out any wrinkles in her skirt the best she could before she slipped on her shoes, heading downstairs.
Her brush sat on the side cabinet in the living room and she went into the kitchen to do her hair in front of the mirror. In there was her mother, Jasumin, preparing breakfast, scurrying around on dumpy legs to try and accomplish too many tasks at once. Her father, Shinka, was at the table, do the last few bits of paper work for his office job, since he'd be going in shortly.
"Can't you take that somewhere else?" Jasumin complained, turning sharply to her husband.
He looked up briefly from his work. "I'm nearly done now, just let me finish up."
She shook her head in frustration. "I get no co-operation in this house." She looked over her shoulder at Shinka. "And it sets a bad example for Miharu. This is what makes her act as she does."
Miharu ignored her mother and continued to brush her fraying locks that never sat perfectly straight.
She hated it when her mother started to argue for no good reasoning. She was always hot tempered and snapping out comments here and there, that made Miharu want to hit her. She always believed that her mother had a bad temperament from the way she was treated in early life. Jasumin was a mixed blood Japanese citizen, also being part Chinese and European from her own mother. In the world today, some people were very discriminative about your lineage and her mother got the worst of it. But now she stood up to everything questioning with vengeance. Now, Shinka was Japanese, no ifs and buts about his family line. Miharu had always wondered what he ever saw in her mother.
'Something others can't, I assume,' Miharu concluded.
***
Miharu sat down to breakfast with her parents, her father had finally cleared the work off the table, but yet her mother would not let it slip, angrily retorting when he tried to calm down the argument. The young Hirano decided to hurry and take her leave to head for school.
Jasumin stormed to dump the plates and such in the sink, still grumbling to herself.
Miharu leaned in to her father and hugged him quickly, picking up her bag from behind her. "Bye."
"Have a good day," he replied.
Miharu went out into the fresh air, shutting the door to the battlefield behind her, with her mother's voice muffled as she stepped away. She always wondered why she ever got up in a morning.
***
"I heard Jin is your tutor." Mika leaned in over Miharu's shoulder in English class.
Xiaoyu was known to blab and Miharu was expecting her friends to find out about her situation.
"Yeah, it's a bummer…" Miharu sighed.
Mika jabbed her in the back. "You're crazy, Miharu, you don't know how lucky you are."
"Is there a problem, Miss Hamono," Miss Seijaku, their English teacher said sternly as she turned towards them from the blackboard.
"No, sensei," Mika quickly quietened, leaning back in her seat.
"Then read your work text quietly." The teacher turned away and the room was back to its quiet posture.
Miharu smirked a bit. She couldn't tell anyone she was going to the Mishima mansion. It had to be a surprise for Xiaoyu and everyone else. The smile faded. On the downside, she was going to try and emend her idiocy in retrospect with Jin Kazama.
***
When school had let out around twelve, Miharu raced off without question.
'If I'm going to make any kind of impression, I'd better get started right away.'
She was not the kind of girl to be too bothered about her appearance, though it was not like she neglected herself completely. Once she reached home, she ignored her mother's scolding of dragging dirt into the house and raced to her room.
She unearthed her make up kit from the bottom of her vanity unit and left them atop as she washed up in the bathroom, removing the grime of the school morning.
"Nothing like feeling fresh to start the weekend," she stated proudly, rushing to ditch her school uniform.
She decided on being smart, but definitely not over doing it, she didn't want to look like she was trying too hard. Her final choice, after a long self-debate, was to wear a soft, pink, flower embroidery sweater and a pair of form fitting, white cotton trousers. She couldn't do much to her fraying hair; it never stuck to one style when she tried. She slipped on some flat pumps and sat cross-legged on her bed, looking in the mirror.
"I look okay," she said to herself, staring hard at her reflection. "I guess a little make up will brighten the picture. But I don't want to make them think I'm trying to over impress someone…" She bit her lip. "… Like Jin. Oh God! I hope I won't look like I'm going after him! I'm not going to be a screaming fan girl! He's my tutor!"
She sighed, gently running a comb through her hair.
'I hope he doesn't think I'm coming on to him,' she thought, then let out a groan, finally deciding just to use some natural looking blusher and eye shadow and a rosy pink lipstick.
When she looked up at the clock, she literally jumped.
1:36!
She quickly grabbed her school back, emptying out some useless equipment and stuffed in a few revision texts. She flung it over her shoulder and bolted from her room, down the stairs and towards the door.
"You're going to the Mishima mansion today, aren't you?"
Miharu almost fell flat on her face as her mother stood by the door, leaned partly on the frame, a look in her face almost unreadable, but it mainly looked stern.
"Yes, and I have to hurry," Miharu tried to usher her mother out of the way.
The car keys jingled in front of the young girl's face. "I'll drive you there."
"What!" Miharu stepped back. Just what she needed, her mother taking her there in her dingy little car, what an impression that would be. "Seriously, I can walk!"
"I need to talk to you," she opened the door and stepped a side for her daughter. "Go on, out to the car, before you make yourself late."
Miharu couldn't protest and grumbled under her breath, walking out, her bag swinging down towards the ground.
"Great, just great…" She mumbled.
***
At first, the car drive had been much in silence, which Miharu liked but still, it had the edge of tension that sat in the air between mother and daughter. She was about to turn of the radio when her mother began to speak.
"You'd better not show yourself up while you are there," she firmly stated, not even casting a glance on Miharu. "I know what you're like! And this is something much different from visiting any of your common little friends."
'Common… who's she calling common!' Miharu narrowed her eyes, remaining silent.
"Please don't speak much, and don't try any of that false intellect, they'll know when your putting on an act."
Miharu nearly let out an angry growl but bit her tongue, only speaking monotonously. "Yes, mother."
This is how it pretty much went on for the rest of the drive, Jasumin Hirano giving her daughter the longest lecture she had done in ages. Miharu tried her best to ignore her, but with all her words about attitude and presentation of herself, it started to make her a tad bit nervous. She could handle Jin, but at the Mishima residence… that could be a different matter.
"Well, here we are," her mother said in a much more, friendly tone. "Behave and try and work your hardest. You need the grades for high school."
"Right." Miharu undid her seatbelt and climbed from the car, looking about to see a long drive that would lead up to the Mishima mansion.
"See you later, dear," her mother smiled slightly, giving Miharu somewhat of a shock.
She was putting her at ease a little.
'Oh well, when in Rome…' she thought. "Bye," Miharu said as she turned towards the path and walked up, bag swaying on her shoulder.
She was at least half way up when she slowed to a stop, turning around. Her mother was still there, watching her intently, but on Miharu turning, she started the car and drove off.
Miharu sighed and slowly continued up the way. She was making good time; she was right on schedule.
It was a nice look area; tall trees lined the side of the drive, with large cherry blossoms looming down, once in a while dropping down little pink petals.
At first, she couldn't see the mansion; the growth around made is so impossible to see anything… that was until she neared the gates. She stopped, her mouth dropping open in awe.
The mansion was huge. No! Enormous!
It spread out across a vast portion of the landscape; some of it was built in a modern style, while some held the traditional Japanese forte. The walls were large and painted white with huge wooden carved panels adjoined to some of the walls, melding in as a fine aspect of the many decorations that adorned the building. There was a large fountain in the central courtyard was a fountain with the statue of a woman with a pale as its centrepiece. It was extremely radiant. To one side of the large mansion, following a cobblestone path was a small wooden building. Miharu concluded they maybe part of the family shrine or a dojo, due to the reputation of the family, which wouldn't have been surprising.
Security was bordering the perimeters, keeping the compound safe.
Miharu was struck speechless.
She wasn't nervous now… she was petrified.
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken, nor the characters etc… under the concept. I am making no money from this Fan Fiction, Tekken © to Namco. I do however own any extra characters that don't appear in the Tekken series.
Chapter 4
Miharu didn't see Xiaoyu on the way home from school. She had wanted to tell her that she would be coming along to the Mishima mansion to study, to see if she and her could manage to slip around Jin during studying time. Less work for her, the easier the day would progress.
'Oh well, I'll surprise her tomorrow when I turn up,' she thought. 'I hope she'll be in.'
***
She had tried to cram in a little bit of algebra revision before going to bed the night before, but her mind couldn't stick on the work and she grew tired very fast. The best thing was to call it a night.
She had dropped off to sleep pretty quickly, dreaming of things that would never possibly happen. But on waking up, she began to worry.
'I'm going to the Mishima mansion! Home of Heihachi Mishima, the wealthiest man in Japan! And I'm going there to be tutored by his grandson, how lame is that! It will make me look so stupid! Great, just the impression I want to be making when I enter the grounds of a rich man.'
She got up, showered and dressed into her school uniform, straightening out any wrinkles in her skirt the best she could before she slipped on her shoes, heading downstairs.
Her brush sat on the side cabinet in the living room and she went into the kitchen to do her hair in front of the mirror. In there was her mother, Jasumin, preparing breakfast, scurrying around on dumpy legs to try and accomplish too many tasks at once. Her father, Shinka, was at the table, do the last few bits of paper work for his office job, since he'd be going in shortly.
"Can't you take that somewhere else?" Jasumin complained, turning sharply to her husband.
He looked up briefly from his work. "I'm nearly done now, just let me finish up."
She shook her head in frustration. "I get no co-operation in this house." She looked over her shoulder at Shinka. "And it sets a bad example for Miharu. This is what makes her act as she does."
Miharu ignored her mother and continued to brush her fraying locks that never sat perfectly straight.
She hated it when her mother started to argue for no good reasoning. She was always hot tempered and snapping out comments here and there, that made Miharu want to hit her. She always believed that her mother had a bad temperament from the way she was treated in early life. Jasumin was a mixed blood Japanese citizen, also being part Chinese and European from her own mother. In the world today, some people were very discriminative about your lineage and her mother got the worst of it. But now she stood up to everything questioning with vengeance. Now, Shinka was Japanese, no ifs and buts about his family line. Miharu had always wondered what he ever saw in her mother.
'Something others can't, I assume,' Miharu concluded.
***
Miharu sat down to breakfast with her parents, her father had finally cleared the work off the table, but yet her mother would not let it slip, angrily retorting when he tried to calm down the argument. The young Hirano decided to hurry and take her leave to head for school.
Jasumin stormed to dump the plates and such in the sink, still grumbling to herself.
Miharu leaned in to her father and hugged him quickly, picking up her bag from behind her. "Bye."
"Have a good day," he replied.
Miharu went out into the fresh air, shutting the door to the battlefield behind her, with her mother's voice muffled as she stepped away. She always wondered why she ever got up in a morning.
***
"I heard Jin is your tutor." Mika leaned in over Miharu's shoulder in English class.
Xiaoyu was known to blab and Miharu was expecting her friends to find out about her situation.
"Yeah, it's a bummer…" Miharu sighed.
Mika jabbed her in the back. "You're crazy, Miharu, you don't know how lucky you are."
"Is there a problem, Miss Hamono," Miss Seijaku, their English teacher said sternly as she turned towards them from the blackboard.
"No, sensei," Mika quickly quietened, leaning back in her seat.
"Then read your work text quietly." The teacher turned away and the room was back to its quiet posture.
Miharu smirked a bit. She couldn't tell anyone she was going to the Mishima mansion. It had to be a surprise for Xiaoyu and everyone else. The smile faded. On the downside, she was going to try and emend her idiocy in retrospect with Jin Kazama.
***
When school had let out around twelve, Miharu raced off without question.
'If I'm going to make any kind of impression, I'd better get started right away.'
She was not the kind of girl to be too bothered about her appearance, though it was not like she neglected herself completely. Once she reached home, she ignored her mother's scolding of dragging dirt into the house and raced to her room.
She unearthed her make up kit from the bottom of her vanity unit and left them atop as she washed up in the bathroom, removing the grime of the school morning.
"Nothing like feeling fresh to start the weekend," she stated proudly, rushing to ditch her school uniform.
She decided on being smart, but definitely not over doing it, she didn't want to look like she was trying too hard. Her final choice, after a long self-debate, was to wear a soft, pink, flower embroidery sweater and a pair of form fitting, white cotton trousers. She couldn't do much to her fraying hair; it never stuck to one style when she tried. She slipped on some flat pumps and sat cross-legged on her bed, looking in the mirror.
"I look okay," she said to herself, staring hard at her reflection. "I guess a little make up will brighten the picture. But I don't want to make them think I'm trying to over impress someone…" She bit her lip. "… Like Jin. Oh God! I hope I won't look like I'm going after him! I'm not going to be a screaming fan girl! He's my tutor!"
She sighed, gently running a comb through her hair.
'I hope he doesn't think I'm coming on to him,' she thought, then let out a groan, finally deciding just to use some natural looking blusher and eye shadow and a rosy pink lipstick.
When she looked up at the clock, she literally jumped.
1:36!
She quickly grabbed her school back, emptying out some useless equipment and stuffed in a few revision texts. She flung it over her shoulder and bolted from her room, down the stairs and towards the door.
"You're going to the Mishima mansion today, aren't you?"
Miharu almost fell flat on her face as her mother stood by the door, leaned partly on the frame, a look in her face almost unreadable, but it mainly looked stern.
"Yes, and I have to hurry," Miharu tried to usher her mother out of the way.
The car keys jingled in front of the young girl's face. "I'll drive you there."
"What!" Miharu stepped back. Just what she needed, her mother taking her there in her dingy little car, what an impression that would be. "Seriously, I can walk!"
"I need to talk to you," she opened the door and stepped a side for her daughter. "Go on, out to the car, before you make yourself late."
Miharu couldn't protest and grumbled under her breath, walking out, her bag swinging down towards the ground.
"Great, just great…" She mumbled.
***
At first, the car drive had been much in silence, which Miharu liked but still, it had the edge of tension that sat in the air between mother and daughter. She was about to turn of the radio when her mother began to speak.
"You'd better not show yourself up while you are there," she firmly stated, not even casting a glance on Miharu. "I know what you're like! And this is something much different from visiting any of your common little friends."
'Common… who's she calling common!' Miharu narrowed her eyes, remaining silent.
"Please don't speak much, and don't try any of that false intellect, they'll know when your putting on an act."
Miharu nearly let out an angry growl but bit her tongue, only speaking monotonously. "Yes, mother."
This is how it pretty much went on for the rest of the drive, Jasumin Hirano giving her daughter the longest lecture she had done in ages. Miharu tried her best to ignore her, but with all her words about attitude and presentation of herself, it started to make her a tad bit nervous. She could handle Jin, but at the Mishima residence… that could be a different matter.
"Well, here we are," her mother said in a much more, friendly tone. "Behave and try and work your hardest. You need the grades for high school."
"Right." Miharu undid her seatbelt and climbed from the car, looking about to see a long drive that would lead up to the Mishima mansion.
"See you later, dear," her mother smiled slightly, giving Miharu somewhat of a shock.
She was putting her at ease a little.
'Oh well, when in Rome…' she thought. "Bye," Miharu said as she turned towards the path and walked up, bag swaying on her shoulder.
She was at least half way up when she slowed to a stop, turning around. Her mother was still there, watching her intently, but on Miharu turning, she started the car and drove off.
Miharu sighed and slowly continued up the way. She was making good time; she was right on schedule.
It was a nice look area; tall trees lined the side of the drive, with large cherry blossoms looming down, once in a while dropping down little pink petals.
At first, she couldn't see the mansion; the growth around made is so impossible to see anything… that was until she neared the gates. She stopped, her mouth dropping open in awe.
The mansion was huge. No! Enormous!
It spread out across a vast portion of the landscape; some of it was built in a modern style, while some held the traditional Japanese forte. The walls were large and painted white with huge wooden carved panels adjoined to some of the walls, melding in as a fine aspect of the many decorations that adorned the building. There was a large fountain in the central courtyard was a fountain with the statue of a woman with a pale as its centrepiece. It was extremely radiant. To one side of the large mansion, following a cobblestone path was a small wooden building. Miharu concluded they maybe part of the family shrine or a dojo, due to the reputation of the family, which wouldn't have been surprising.
Security was bordering the perimeters, keeping the compound safe.
Miharu was struck speechless.
She wasn't nervous now… she was petrified.