A/N: Sorry this took so long to post. I've had LOT going on. Enjoy! Review!

Chapter 11

Miya sat in the living room, on the floor, legs crossed, with a bowl of cheerios in her hand. "Xiaoyu, how do you eat cereal with chopsticks-eh-ohhh"

Xiaoyu shoved a spoon in her face laughing, "This may be Japan but we have spoons.'

Miya pointed the spoon at her, "Ah, but do you have sporks?"

Xiaoyu only laughed and sat behind her on the couch and turned on the TV, "So, how was the party? Thanks for calling me before, I would have freaked out if I didn't know where you were."

Miya the replied, "No, problem Xiao. It was-okay. Not as fun as it used to be."

Xiaoyu stretched out on the couch, "Why?"

Miya set her bowl down on the floor beside her, "I-I don't know. I used to go out every night to different joints. It's just weird to me now."

"Do you drink?"

"Huh?" Miya turned and looked guilty, "Oh, well…only if Yuni gives me the drinks. I usually do what ever she wants."

"This Yuni…" Xiaoyu flipped over on her stomach so she was face to face with Miya, "doesn't seem like the most honest character. If you don't want to do what she wants then why do you do it?"

Miya shrugged, "I usually don't. I don't mind sipping a few drinks. It's not all that bad. It helps me take it easy and when I loosen up I dance better. That's all I really go for, to dance. And when I go with Yuni I usually end up having a good time."

Xiaoyu counted on her fingers and in total held up three, "You've said usually three times. Either you do or you don't."

Miya rolled her eyes but replied, "I do like the dancing part."

"And the drinking?" Xiaoyu's eyes were honest and trusting.

Miya sighed, "No. Not really. I get by. Although-" she turned around and leaned her head on the couch, "-every time I try a new drink or watch other people do drugs or fight there's a voice in the back of my head telling me not to. Reminding me who I am and that I'm good…"

Xiaoyu smiled and patted Miya's shoulder comfortingly, "Don't be scared, Miya. It's a conscious. Everybody has one."

Miya hugged her knees, looking away, Then how come my conscious sounds just like Jun?

Xiaoyu flipped on her back again, "What's weird is I thought I heard a motorcycle right before you got home."

Miya blushed a bit, "Oh that. That was my ride."

"Your ride? You drive a motorcycle? Does Jin know?" Xiaoyu didn't catch out quick enough.

Miya shook her head and slid up on the couch, "No. You see…I met this guy…"

Xiaoyu's head perked up, "Ohhh," and she caught interest like wildfire, "So who is this guy?"

"His name is Hwoarang. He's from South Korea," Miya informed.

"Is he cute?" Xiaoyu leaned in.

Miya leaned in as well for suspense then said, "…No."

Xiaoyu was taken aback.

Miya's serious frown broke into a cocky grin, " He's hot!"

She and Xiaoyu both laughed. Xiaoyu then asked, "Well do you like him?"

Miya's smile disappeared, "I don't know…He was cool and I like his opinions on things. He said I shouldn't let Yuni boss me around like she owns me."

"You shouldn't," Xiaoyu agreed, "Not only cute, he has a brain."

Miya fell back on the arm rest, knees brought up, hands in her curved lap, "And a bike. I've never been on a motorcycle before. It was-awesome! It felt like flying!"

Xiaoyu peeked over Miya's knees, "That's great. Really I'm happy for you…It's just I thought you and Jin had something-happening."

Miya sat up, startled, "Wha-what? Well-" Miya's face turned red, "We're friends. I mean he's cute and all but-"

She laughed painfully and said, "Yeah, I know. But that would make me and you brother and sister."

He laughed too and patted her back, "In ways we all are."

Her eyebrows pushed together in frustration, "I bet he still sees me as the gawky little girl that fell out of a tree."

Xiaoyu looked back at the TV, "I don't knoooow. The way he looks at you and smiles says otherwise."

"Ugh!" Miya scoffed angrily, "He smiles at you too. He even smiles at Miharu."

Xiaoyu thumped her hand, "You're just lovestruck."

Miya grumbled, crossing her arms, "Forget it!"

"Hey," Xiaoyu suddenly remembered, "Jin and I train every week end. Why don't you come? It'll be fun. I think you need a break from dancing."

Miya suddenly smiled again, "Yeah. Fighting like the good old days sounds promising."

Xiaoyu dressed in a black sports bra and grey sweats, while Miya in a purple sports bra and black shorts with her hair pulled up in a pony tail. Xiaoyu as always pulled her hair up in a pair of glowing bands. This time they were dark blue.

"Come on, this is it," Xiaoyu threw Miya a water bottle, both girls walking into Mishima Manor being met by a butler in all black.

"Jin lives here?" Miya asked. Xiaoyu giggled.

"Jin-sama is in training room, Xiaoyu-sama," he instructed.

"Thanks," Xiaoyu waved, taking Miya's hand and leading her down several halls of the large mansion.

They entered a room made entirely of wood with mats on the floor and exercising equipment. Jin, dressed in only black loose pants with a black sash tied around the waist of the pants and red fighting gloves on his hands, strapped on down his forearms, punched furiously into a punching bag held up by a chain from the ceiling.

"Jin!" Xiaoyu greeted.

He stopped and turned to them, "Hello ladies," then bent down, grabbed a towel off the floor, and moped the sweat off his forehead.

Miya was stuck on his torso. Thick muscles protruded from under the skin, rippling in every direction. When he agreed to being in shape in their previous conversation he meant it. Jin noticed her examining with awe and smirked, "You don't look so bad yourself, ballerina."

A blush crept up her neck and her jaw tightened, "Ready to get your butt kicked?"

He crossed his arms, "Don't you recall it was your butt getting kicked?"

"Oh drop it, you two!" Xiaoyu slung her bag down on the ground and grabbed Miya's arm, "Let's get started and leave him to beat that bag lifeless."

Miya sighed but followed Xiaoyu to the other side of the room. Miya began to stretch every limb of her body slowly. She was used to it more now than she had been four years ago. Back in ballet they stretched every day. She then began to do her exercises and began with a series of push ups and crunches. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and glanced at Xiaoyu who seemed to be doing more stretches than actually warming up. The girl slid down into a perfect split and then brought her arms and face to the floor.

"Why so many stretches?" Miya asked.

Xiaoyu slowly raised up, "The more you stretch the more flexible you are. You need to be more flexible to kick. That's mostly what I do."

Miya spread her legs out and stretched down the right leg, "What's your fighting style?"

Xiaoyu turned to her, "Hakke Sho and Hika Ken base Chinese Martial Arts. You?"

"Kazama Style," Jin answered for her looming over them, "A martial art developed by my family. She is going to continue her training today."

Miya looked at him speechless. She stood up, regaining her words, "What? Really? You mean you're going to train me?"

He nodded. She came to him and hugged him suddenly saying in rushed English, "Thank you so much, Jin! You're the best!"

He hugged her and then stood back, "Let's begin."

Miya groaned after taking her shower, now dressed in nothing but a t shirt. She fell on her bed, "I forgot how much Jin like to work me! He doesn't hold a grudge against me anymore but the memory still lingers."

Vrooooooom-vroom. The snarling of an exhaust pipe startled her. Even though she still ached she shot up and came to her window. She pulled it up and looked out. Parked on the street looking up at her was Hwoarang still sporting his goggles and spiked hair, only this time he wore a black sleeveless shirt revealing muscled arms.

"Hey!" he called, "Thought I'd ride by!"

She replied, "But it's only been since yesterday!"

"Well," he shrugged, throwing his arms up, "You said 'some time' and it's 'some time' so."

"I guess," she rolled her head to the side, eyes fluttering at him, "What's the rush?"

He shrugged once more, "Let's just say I'm an impatient man. So what do you say dancer? Want another ride?"

She thought a moment. "That's great. Really I'm happy for you…It's just I thought you and Jin had something-happening." Then looked back at Hwoarang. "I bet he still sees me as the gawky little girl that fell out of a tree."

"Once in a life time opportunity slipping out the door," she hummed to her self then shouted at him, "Okay! Give me five minutes-I barely got any clothes on!"

"Hey, that's fine with me," he laughed.

She rolled her eyes and shut the window. She quickly changed into her high top sneakers, baggy jeans, a black top, and purple hoody than slung down past her hips with droopy sleeves. She pulled her hair back into it's usual hairstyle and opened the window again, crawling out onto the sill. She then descended down, grabbing the sill with her fingers.

He said something in Korean along the lines, "Hey! What the hell -" then back to Japanese, "What are you doing!"

She let her self fall, pushed against the brick with her shoes, and flipped, landing in a perfect pose. She turned around with a boastful smile.

He nodded in approval, "Alright! Nicely done."

She bowed, "Thank you."

She slung her leg over the seat and sat behind him.

He cranked it back up, "Hold on tight, babe." They zoomed off, a grin on her face.

Miya walked with Xiaoyu to lunch at school Monday, "Hwoarang took me on a ride again."

"I thought I heard his bike Saturday night,' she pushed Miya's arm playfully, "Your expression shows a lot more."

Miya turned to her, hand clutching her bag, "Oh shut up. He just takes me around town and sometimes we stop on a bridge and just talk. He's really cool."

"Well," Xiaoyu replied making her way into the lunch line behind Miya, "Let's hope Jin doesn't find out. He might be getting jealous."

"Jealous of what?"

They both whirled around. Jin stood behind them, arms crossed.

"Oh nothing!" Miya squeaked, "God, you scared me!"

"Nothing, huh?" his eyes drifted to Xiaoyu who only giggled and placed a finger to her lips, "Ancient Chinese secret." Then hurried off to another line.

Miya looked at her, eye brow arched, shaking her head mouthing, "What the hell?"

Jin rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Miya…"

She turned to him hiding her embarrassment.

He then continued, "I was wondering if you would start training with me every afternoon. I'd like to catch you up."

She nodded, "I don't really know. It might interfere with my working hours."

He looked confused, "Working hours?"

She nodded slowly, looking at him as if he was stupid, "My job?"

"You have a job?"

"Yep," she turned around grabbing a tray, "Got to pay off the books somehow at this school. I'm a waitress."

He nodded and thought a minute. He then said, "You should quit your job."

She whirled to him, "What?"

"You'll see why when you have to pay your book fee tomorrow," he smirked grabbing a tray, "Now move along. I'm very hungry."