Just got my copy of Tekken Tag, ooo! Sorry about the delayed chapter, life has been pretty hectic organising my wedding and doing uni work but here it is

It was 05:30 on the second day since the official opening of the tournament, when two forlorn figures gathered on the same bridge Jin Kazama and Ling Xiaoyu had occupied only an hour earlier. "Anna." Kazuya said icily, his eyes flickering over the revealing red attire that barely held her bosoms in place.

"Aww Kazuya, why so cold my love?" The brunette woman winked playfully at the man in a black suit with flashes of silky purple trimmings. "Considering I have come away from my very important training schedule to see you, I would expect you to be a little more gracious.""Don't make me laugh." His eyes glinted dangerously in the morning sun. "You would have come even if you had a match this very morning. We all know how important money is to you."

Anna pursed her lips and decided not to voice the words that rested in her throat. "…For the removal of your son in this tournament, I hope for a very high payment." She stroked her cheek with her long nails and smirked. "I don't 'hope', I expect."

"Yes, yes. You shall get your payment you wretched woman." Kazuya growled, he looked around the quiet area and saw dim lights begin to flicker across some of the rooms. "Perhaps we should talk in my room?"

"No. We talk here and now, so get it over with." Anna snapped back impatiently. "I do have a training schedule if you find that so hard to believe."

"Oh, I see…" Kazuya paced around an invisible confinement as he spoke. "Here I thought you enjoyed our love making the other day…"

"That wasn't anything less than rape and you know it." The woman's fists curled in rage by her side but she regained composure and merely stared at the man. "Get on with it."

Kazuya stopped pacing around and nodded, bringing the woman closer to him. "We both know that Jin will make it far in this tournament and so will I, if not, we can always make sure competitors can't attend the matches. So when we are to fight, you are to kidnap him so that no one shall suspect I have anything to do with it. If YOU are to be captured and tortured for the kiddnapping, which if you are as good an assassin as you are in bed WILL happen, you are to use someone else as a scapegoat and never mention that you and I have ever had this discussion."

Anna nodded solemnly. "I am not just kidnapping the man, I am to kill him?"

"You can try to kill him you stupid woman. You don't think I've already tried that?" Now Kazuya grew impatient and rolled his eyes at the interjections of Anna. "I don't care how you dispose of him…if you are successful that is, but I shall say do not taunt him, just destroy him. If necessary, take the Chinese girl with you and threaten to dispose of her."

"What?" Anna broke away from Kazuya and shook her head. "You mentioned nothing about taking anyone else. I want an extra 45% for the girl. One is not so bad, but to dispose of two..."

"Fine. You shall find the first third of your payment with a receptionist named Yuan at midday today." Kazuya began to walk off the bridge. "Don't fuck this up Anna; otherwise it's your head I shall be coming for."

Xiaoyu lay peacefully in bedroom, watching the sunlight pierce the curtains and pour into the room through drowsy eyes. She was aware it nearly ten in the morning and was wasting precious training time by being in bed, but she was still recapping the events of the early morning with her new boyfriend, Jin Kazama which still astounded her. Yes, she said it: Jin Kazama, HER new boyfriend.

Sighing happily she grasped at one of her pillows and held it tightly in her fists, rocking it contently until an abrupt knock at the door took her away from her imaginary cuddle with substitute pillow Jin. "Who is it?" Xiaoyu called out anxiously, her stomach swirling at the prospect of it being the real Jin. Instead, Christie and Julia cried out happily from the door and banged nosily with their fists. "LET US IN!"

"I'm coming…" The small Chinese woman groaned as she heaved herself out of bed and wrapped a blue yin-yang dressing gown around her body. "I said I'm coming!" When opened the door she was met by her two friends grinning sheepishly, staring at them uncertainly she ushered them in her room.

"Have you just woken up!?" Christie grinned as she jumped around in her usual fighting outfit, peering into the bathroom for any sign of another person. "No sign of Jinny boy?"

Xiaoyu smiled playfully as she brushed her long jet black hair. "No, it's a bit early to be spending the night one another don't you think?"

"It was worth a try Christie." Julia laughed as Xiaoyu struck her across the face with a cushion from the chair. "Hey! What was that for!?"

"You mean the only reason you two came up was to try and catch Jin and I in bed together?" The Chinese girl caught the cushion that Julia threw back at her. "I know that wasn't the only reason, but no, I certainly want to take things at a pace that suits us both. After waiting this long I don't want to ruin things now." Xiaoyu peeled off her dressing gown and made her way to the bathroom. "I'm just going to have a shower, but I can still talk to you both."

Christie and Julia perched on the edge of the bed and gasped as Xiaoyu stripped herself of all clothing and hopped into the shower. "What? We're all girls; we have the same bits and bobs just different shapes and sizes…"

When Xiaoyu drew the shower curtains the two girls smirked at one another. "True. I don't think we quite expected you to just bare all though." Julia stood up and began picking up Xiaoyu's dirty clothing and putting it in the available laundry bin. "So you and Jin looked quite cosy on the bridge last night."

"We just talked that's all…and had a few kisses, but nothing else." Xiaoyu's voiced murmured through the noise of pounding water.

"No plans for anything else?" Christie straightened the bedding up and laughed as Julia mumbled something about Snow White's animals.

It took Xiaoyu a few moments to answer the question as she rinsed shampoo out of her hair. "Plans for what, sex?" She squirted shower gel onto her skin and began to massage as she heard the other two sniggered at her innocence. "I've no plans, it just happens when it does providing it's when we both feel the time is right."

"I wish I felt like that." Christie gave a short run up to Xiaoyu's bed and somersaulted onto it, bouncing as high as she could without cracking her head on the ceiling. "I think you'll like sex Xiaoyu, I hear it's best when you wait to be with someone you love. Come on Julia, this is fun."

"What's fun?" Xiaoyu asked herself. When she finished, Xiaoyu turned off the tap and wrapped a towel around her before pulling back the shower curtain to see her two grown friends squealing with laughter as they pawed at one another mid-air. "What're you doing to my bed!? You made my room just to trash it again!?"

"Put some clothes on Xiaoyu so we can get out and train!" Christie ignored the question and continued to bounce like a child whilst Julia leapt off the bed in one graceful stride. "We can't have you missing out on training because you're getting shacked up with lover boy now can we?"

Xiaoyu smiled as she began to moisturise her legs and face. "Where on earth do you come up with these things?"

Jin finished applying the finishing touches to his hair and was pleased when his attempted ruffling did nothing to destroy the shape. After a shower and another battle with his frustrated member which resulted in a cold shower, Jin swung his training bag over his shoulder and finally opened his door at 10:18.

"JIN! Asuka waved at the end of the corridor. "Are you just getting up!? What kind of example is that to other people!?"

"That I like to sleep and I can?" Jin shrugged as he crossed her on the corridor and sighed as he felt her chasing at his heels. "What do you want?"

"Train with me." Asuka said suddenly, pulling in front of him and stretching her arms to block his path.

Her cousin regarded her for a moment before looking at the flight of stairs. "Fine. Go ahead without me. I need to do something but I'll come soon, how's that?" Jin left for the stairs with his cousin staring bewildered at his gesture.

"What on earth is he saying 'How's that'?" Asuka repeated stunned.

The young Kazama arrived on the third floor and paced steadily to the door he knew was Xiaoyu's room. As he wrapped his knuckles on the door he heard a sudden outburst of laughter from two or three voices from behind the door and felt his ears redden.

"It's Jin…what do I do?"

"Ask him if he carries condoms." A ushered voice said.

"Ask him if they're extra-large." Another voice whispered.

"Why don't you two shut the fuck up for one minute!?"

"How about step away from the door and whisper that instead?" Jin replied loudly in amusement as the Chinese woman squeaked in shock.

The door unlocked quickly Xiaoyu appeared in her orange training clothes smiling for a brief moment. "Good morning Jin." Her smile disappeared as her two friends cooed mockingly from inside and began to say to one another in goofy voice "Ooo good morning Jin…."

"Erm, morning Xiao." Jin ran one hand roughly through his hair and willed the creeping red hue to disappear from his face as Xiao turned around and told the pair off. "I just came round wondering if you were up and wanted to go train together…but I see you're…busy?"

"Busy?" Xiaoyu peered over her shoulder at the two women giggling like adolescent teenagers and brought the door to a close. "Sorry about them. No, no I'm not busy."

"Then would you like to train for a while?"

"Certainly." Xiaoyu regarded the thick bandage on his arm and felt the overwhelming sense of guilt as she remembered him carrying her hours before. "How's your arm?"

"It stings but it'll heal." He told her as she opened the door and took her training from inside the corner of the room. "Are you ready?"

"Yup." Xiaoyu peered into the room. "I know you two were listening by the door so let yourselves out when you're done. I have the key."

"I need to spar with Asuka for a few minutes as I said I would. After that I'm all yours." Jin reached out and took the younger girls hand as she allowed a smile to creep in the corner of her mouth.

When they reached the extensive gym packed full of friendly and unfamiliar faces, Jin and Xiaoyu settled in one of the corners with Asuka. Together the three warmed up when they were joined by Christie and Julia who followed their lead and warmed up as the three cooled down.

Asuka stood a distance from her cousin and shook her limbs loosely before mashing her two fists painfully together. "C'mon!"

Silently Jin crept up on her and their legs and arms were raised in defensive stances until Jin grappled her and kicked at her knees so her legs buckled underneath her. Assisting the shocked woman off the floor he placed her roughly on her feet and made his way to his own starting point.

"I'm not going to fall for that one again." Asuka warned sternly, conscious of the new fighters who had broken off their training regime to watch a classic fighter in action. Heading into her cousin once more she threw a punch over the graceful curve of her back which struck the muscular man in the square chest and lifted one foot up that connected with the bottom of his jaw: his body lifted slightly and he landed unsteadily on his feet, staring bewildered at her.

"That move…" He began, raising his arms in defence as several punches rained upon him. "My mother had a technique similar to that."

"Well, I am a Kazama after all." Asuka gleamed, throwing one punch more casually at him. Crying slightly she felt his strength once more as he held onto her and knocked her feet beneath her once more.

"You talk too much." Jin watched the teenager beneath her and felt a gush of memories from his youth of his mother teaching him.

Asuka brushed herself down and shied as some of the fighters whispered to one another. "Y-you mentioned your mother so I felt inclined to answer!"

Xiaoyu watched the gesticulating girl and tapped Jin on the shoulder. "Can I spar with you now?"

"You can have him. He's slimy like a snake…talking then beating you up and then telling YOU off for talking…" The female Kazama nursed her ego as she muttered under her breath and sulkily joined Christie and Julia before they began their own workout.

"You okay?" Xiaoyu placed a hand gently on Jin's chest and inspected his jaw. "You looked surprised when she cracked you in the face…"

The twenty one year old rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It's nothing; she just used a move I recall my mother knowing…anyway, shall we continue?"

Xiaoyu nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, lets."

Despite knowing she was a competent and skilled fighter, he smirked and prepared to land softer punches and purposefully slow down his responses: something he regretted instantly. New boyfriend or not, he found himself on the floor three times within the first five minutes and the sniggers of fighters in the background as she cooed at him. "Have you had enough, Jin?"

A crimson hue spread across his face and sulkily he pulled himself off the floor, knocking aside Xiaoyu's offering hand. "Going easy was a mistake I won't make again."

At dinner time, when other fighters were heading off for food, the spar had turned in a competitive match that neither was prepared to lose until Jin attempted to grab Xiaoyu: she used her agile skills to reverse the grip and suddenly felt searing pain in her chest.

Jin removed his hand involuntarily as if he had touched a hot pan and felt his ears reddened. "Oh shit, Xiaoyu I'm so sorry."

"Ouch." She hissed and groped one of her breasts, hoping that squashing it to her chest would reduce pain. "Did you just grab my boob!?"

"I-it was an accident! I-I didn't mean to, I just meant to try grab you and you moved and so I grabbed, so technically, yes-" The young man flustered, unsure of how to comfort his girlfriend.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xiaoyu smiled as she rubbed her chest. "It just really hurt that's all. Was it because I didn't go soft on you?"

"What!? No!"

"I'm playing with you Jin. I've never seen you like this so I've got to play it a little." She winked as his shoulders relaxed and uncertain smile tried to appear on his face. "I know it was an accident otherwise I feel sorry for all the girls you've been with if you grabbed their chest like that."

Julia and Christie laughed behind them. "Right guys we're going to go to lunch, are you coming?"

Xiaoyu nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Actually," Jin placed a hand timidly on her shoulder. "I was thinking perhaps we could go out for something together?"

"Like a date?" The Brazian girl cheered from the doorway in the room.

"Something like that, yes, hence why you're not getting an invite." Jin said seriously as Xiaoyu giggled at Christie's shocked face at his honesty. "See you after lunch."

The training room was now empty of all but Nina and Yoshimitsu who quietly completed their regimes and paid no due attention to Jin and Xiaoyu. "I was thinking after we get changed we could explore the city and find somewhere to eat?" Jin suggested as he took her hand, watching in his peripheral vision as Xiaoyu massaged her chest one last time.

"I like the sound of that."

Through the throng of people Jin struggled to keep up with Xiaoyu as she weaved excitedly to look at Japanese and western clothes modelled in shop windows. Occasionally she would wait a few moments for him to give her a reprimanding look before dashing across the street to look at more displays in a flash of long black hair. "Xiao, wait up!"

When Jin finally caught up with her gazing happily at a pair of pink and black peep toe heels he took her hand to keep track on her. "Stop running off, I keep losing you."

Xiaoyu had her black hair loose and sleek down her back which Jin had to say, preferred: she wore white linen pants and a cute pink floral blouse with her usual pink accessories. "Oh." The Chinese woman smiled sheepishly. "I guess I got carried away, sorry. I've never actually looked around the city because I'm always at the tournament."

"I don't want to go around the high street shouting "Ling-Xiaoyu!" when the Iron Fist Tournament is on." Jin pulled on his navy blue jeans that hung loosely around his hips: he liked his jeans quite loose despite Heihachi's many scolding about showing underwear and even now he could see two high schoolers behind Xiao blush as they caught a glimpse of his grey underwear band underneath his grey t-shirt that strained around the sleeves as his muscular biceps struggled to break free.

"Jin, loads of people have been filming us since we came here." Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow at the man's fault in usual keen observation skills.

"Have they?" The tall Japanese man turned round to be met with a group of people raising their phones and cameras. Slowly he raised a hand in a shy gesture and turned back to Xiaoyu. "I get your point…but instead of looking at clothes shouldn't we get something to eat?" Gently he took her hand and began to walk down the street, ignoring the gasps and flashes of them.

"Er, Jin, is this a good idea?" Xiaoyu blushed. "People will talk."

He shrugged nonchalantly and almost, quite merrily, Xiaoyu thought. "Fine. Let them talk. They'd have to find out sooner or later, right?"

Most of the shops or restaurants were either busy or did not look appealing to them, and after twenty minutes the pair were beginning to feel aches in their stomachs. Suddenly, a young boy of ten approached them with his mother calling behind him; the child stopped in front of them and cried out happily whilst holding a pen and tournament flyer in his small fingers. "Will you sign this!?"

Xiaoyu beamed happily at Jin and nudged him playfully with her hand as he glared at the child. "Er, sure, I guess…"

"No!" The boy gesticulated in an over exaggerated manner which caused the twenty one year old fighter to flinch away at the high pitched word. "I want Ling-Xiaoyu to sign!" Xiaoyu giggled at the offended but startled expression on Jin's face and took the pen and flyer for a moment. As she signed her name, the boy looked at Jin smugly. "She's my girlfriend!"

"Yes…I'm sure she is kid…" Jin muttered and glanced at the mother who nervously took her boys hand who gleefully took back the signed flyer and thrust it up to her. 'Fat chance you little snot nosed brat, she's mine!'

"Yes, that's very nice Tseng." The mother looked apologetically at the two. "I'm so sorry about that, my son watches old re-runs with his father and has always liked you."

"You're so pretty!" Tseng cried joyfully, bouncing up and down on the spot as his mother's hand pulled him firmly to the floor.

"I was wondering…" The mother lingered her gaze over Jin and withdrew her phone coyly. "If I could have a picture with you?"

Jin glanced over at Xiaoyu and nodded begrudgingly. "Yeah, alright."

As she handed the phone over to the female fighter, Xiaoyu could see the anticipation in the woman's eyes as she brushed her clothing with Jin. "You're a lot taller than I thought you would be!" She bit her lip as she engraved his side profile forever in her memory. "And a lot muscular too - you're almost popping out of that top! I hope your arm is okay." Sliding her arm round Jin's waist, she beamed happily as the phone clicked and stood in a trance until Xiaoyu approached her with her phone, clearly unimpressed by the blatant flirtation. "Oh, thank you very much! I can't wait to show the girls at work. Come on Tseng, we should head on home."

"I hate fans." Jin merely stated as they watched the mother and son walk down the street.

"I thought you'd have loved all the female attention like you loved the class mate's attention." Xiaoyu teased, waving one last time to the boy before they vanished round a corner.

Jin rolled his eyes. "Will you let that go? And before you ask, no, I haven't slept with a fan."

"Just checking." Xiaoyu winked playfully.

Interlacing fingers they trudged on down the street until a western restaurant captured Xiaoyu's attention and an unsure Jin. When they were greeted and seated, they both eagerly took hold of the menus given to them: Xiaoyu ordered a coke and Jin a European lager.

After much debate to herself, Xiaoyu perked up. "What do you suppose a Calzone is?"

Sipping the froth off the head of his beer, Jin glanced at his own menu. "It's Italian…I'm pretty sure it's a pizza turned in on itself."

"Why not just serve a normal pizza? What about 'Toad-in-the-hole?' That one just sounds silly."

"That's an English dish: its sausages surrounded by Yorkshire pudding mixture."

"Yuck…What a silly name."

Jin laughed to himself as she stuck her small pink tongue out of her mouth and shook her head in repugnance. "Why don't you try the Cottage Pie?"

"Go on then…."

Over the meal they discussed who they thought was going to be defeated in the preliminaries and who would pose a real threat to them, the reasons why a Calzone is called a Calzone and how both of them enjoyed the night before. When they asked for the bill, Jin footed its entirety and suggested Xiaoyu leave the tip to calm her insistence.

Instead of coming back the way they came, they accidentally entered the local park that was large in size and filled with various scenic and recreational implements. Silently they walked side by side holding one another's hand to the amazement of some of the public.

"How is your arm?" Xiaoyu asked casually as a horde of ducks glided vocally on the pond.

Jin glanced down at the thick white bandage. "Still stinging, but it's fine. I probably shouldn't have got it wet in the shower."

They stopped in the middle of an arched bridge and rested against the wooden bannisters watching the world go by.

"Jin…" Xiaoyu said quietly, moving closer to him so their skin touched. "Can I ask you to do something for me?"

The man became alert suddenly, wondering why after her breezy attitude she had become so serious and clear his throat. "Yes, what is it?"

"I want you to look after yourself."

Jin turned to face his new girlfriend with a puzzled expression. "What's made you say that Xiao?"

"The whole revenge with your family and their blood you want to spill. It scares me how you can say it so seriously and without caring." She buried her face into his large chest and held his waist. "I don't want to you to get hurt. I care about you too much."

"Xiao…" He whispered, holding her head closely by his chest. "This is something I must do. I know it's an ugly thing to say, but since my mother disappeared I've stopped caring…maybe you can change my negative views on life…"

Xiaoyu peeked up cutely from his top and smiled at his last words. "You think so?"

He placed his hand gently underneath her jawline and inclined her head up so their eyes met; silently he brought his other hand up to cup her face. "I know so." Lightly, he brushed his lips against hers that parted breathlessly in anticipation and surrender. Jin passionately worked her lips with his own until they were moist and gradually probed his tongue insider her mouth, hearing her moan in pleasure, and cradled her face in small caressing motions.

Xiaoyu felt light headed; his taste was warm and sweet; his fingers working delicately upon her face and the sudden stiffens below his waist made her own orifice dampen in an equal expectation and excitement they both knew they should not fulfil.

"Oh my god, where are those two!?" Christie shrieked at Julia as the reception filled with fighters pushing one another to look at the match line ups that had been plastered onto the wall. "Xiaoyu is fighting Lee tomorrow! I bet she'll be excited to hear."

"I know, I know!" Julia squeaked looking at the line ups. "I'm going to lose for sure!"

The preliminaries spanned over a four day period and consisted of a morning match and an evening match that would take place at 11:00 and 19:30. There were a few unknown fighters that had managed to leak their way into the tournament, but it was predominately 'classic' fighters.

Amongst the rabble becoming louder and louder came Hwoarang shouting victoriously and punching the air. "YES! I've worked out I can verse Kazama!"

"Good for you, but who am I up against!?" Paul elbowed the Korean out of the way and made his way to the front of the poster before dropping his jaw. "Aww, Steve? You got to be kidding me!"

The British fighter nodded solemnly from behind where Christie and Julia were. "It is a bugger, dude. As long as one of us makes it through to split the prize money I don't care…only because I know it's going to be me."

"You wish." Paul snorted and scanned the paper that leaked onto two sheets thanks to the small pictures of fighters. "Look at that. Who has their picture taken with a hood on? The moron."

Steve lent over the crowded fighters to see the image. "Probably someone who won't last long up against Yoshi."

"This is nice." Xiaoyu stretched in a feline manner, curling her arms behind her head to mimic Jin who lay pleasantly relaxed beside her. The pair had broken apart from their kiss, both with lingering satisfaction, and decided to continue their walk until Jin suggested they sit under a canopy of pink cherry blossom trees in a small nook of the park where no one would disturb them. "You always use to sit under them at school too."

"Oh, you noticed that?" Jin looked across from her with a slight smile and turned back to stare at the clouds sailing breezily past. "I use to sit under them with my mother and she would tell me stories. They remind me of a happy childhood."

Xiaoyu turned on her side to get a better view of his wistful expression. "I knew you were going to say something like that."

Looking at her, Jin eyes raked over the gentle curves of her slender body before meeting her eyes with ambivalence. "Sorry…does it bore you when I talk about my mother?"

"No, no. In fact, I love it when you talk about your Mum. Your expression softens and you seem to more at peace with yourself." Xiaoyu reached out tentatively and brushed one of her slim fingers against his rough face. For some reason, the feeling surprised her, and then she remembered he would obviously shave like any other male. "You look…kinda sexy."

Jin smirked and looked at Xiaoyu. "It's a little wrong to get into a romantic mood by thinking of my mother, isn't it?"

"OH! Not like that!" She slapped him playfully across the chest as he laughed at her. "It's just nice seeing you looking happy."

"I'm very happy at the minute." Jin took her hand and placed it on his chest, noticing how her fingers flexed to grope the hard muscles underneath his clothing.

"Can I ask you a question…?"

"Sure."

Xiaoyu moved her hand and switched to lying on her stomach so she could get a better look at her boyfriend. Still coming to terms she could actually call him her own, finally. "When did you first…notice me?"

"Erm, I'd say a few days into school when some guys were abusing this kitten and its mum near the smoker's corner." Jin smiled at her puzzled expression and elaborated further. "I was going to intervene myself when all of a sudden this squeaky Chinese girl rushed past me and cracked one of them up the backside with her foot and took on all three of them on her own. It really impressed me."

"Really? I remember that as well. I hate bullies." Xiaoyu said firmly.

"I know, and it takes a lot of courage to stand up to people like that."

Xiaoyu nodded momentarily before taking a deep breath. "If you liked me at school, why did you go with all of those other girls?"

The dark haired male looked into her deep brown eyes before looking up at the clouds. "I honestly thought you would have heard from other girls what I was like, so you wouldn't have taken me seriously."

"That's not why you did it though."

"No…I did it because I was a frustrated teenager with problems and instead of turning to drink and drugs like some do, I had lots of pointless and meaningless one night stands. It's not a side of me I'm proud of." He stroked her face seriously and sighed at her sadden expression. "I'm only human, Xiao. I would never treat you like that and I would never pressure you into sex until we're both ready."

Xiaoyu smiled and held his hand by her face gently. "Good. I want my first time to memorable, but to tell you the truth…I've been ready with you for a long time."

"First time!?" Jin gawped at her as she blushed. "Sorry, that's just surprised me. Not many hot nineteen year olds can still call themselves…unspoilt." Propping himself up on his elbows, Jin thought quietly for a few seconds. "You can't say you've been ready for a long time Xiao. Virginity is something precious if you've kept it this long."

Xiaoyu leant over and pecked his cheek tenderly. "I'd say three years is a long time, wouldn't you?"

"…You haven't been saving yourself for me all this time, have you?" Jin asked nervously.

A clock in the distance began to chime four times which startled the young woman and she bolted energetically to her feet. "It's four o'clock Jin! We've hardly done any training today. Let's go!"

The couple headed back up the plaza holding hands and nodding politely to those taking their pictures. All the while the same thought repeated itself through their minds.

How can I live up to the expectations of three years…?

Tseng sat in the living room patiently awaiting his father to return home from work as he knew his mother had put the T.V on to pacify him whilst she made dinner. During the introduction credits to his favourite cartoon he heard the front door open and close and rushed into the kitchen to catapult himself into his father's legs.

"DAD! GUESS WHO WE SAW TODAY!?"

The father looked puzzled at his wife who excitedly began rooting in her handbag for her phone and ruffled his son's hair. "Who did you see Tseng?"

"LING-XIAOYU!"

"Haha…I thought we said we would only watch the Iron Fist together?" He grinned as his wife came to the side of him with her phone.

"No!" Tseng jumped up in the air. "I got her autograph and Mum got a photo with Jin Kazama! Well good day!" The ten year old scurried off upstairs to proudly show off his autograph that had now crumpled with much handling.

"Did you really!?" The husband and father said astonished as his wife nodded and clicked on the picture with her and the acclaimed fighter. "Wow, that is incredible! What was he like?"

"Dreamy…"

"Wait. What's this…?" His wife loomed over the picture as he frowned. Pressing two fingers on the screen to enlarge it, his eyes widened at the figure stood in the distance with the moving crowd: it was a dark haired woman in white staring at them. "Holy shit…is that…Jun Kazama…?"