Who Wins? (Version 1.5)
By: Mako-chan (aka Ginger Snap)
Mako_chan@tekken.cc
Things get a little...*teehee* in this chapter...
*Disclaimer: Jin Kazama, Ling Xiaoyu, and other Tekken characters you'll come across this fic are all owned by Namco. I'm not gaining profit from this...*
Chapter Three: "Watashi wa anata ga suki"
Ling woke up and found herself lying on her bed, and with a blanket on her and she was still dressed up. She tried what she could possibly remember. "Alright...we were stargazing. We were talking...he was telling me a story...that's it. I think had fallen asleep. Did it mean that.." her voice trailing off, she went to prepare herself, then head for the dining hall to have breakfast.
"Did you have a good sleep?" Jin asked as they were eating breakfast.
"Uh hm. I have to be really grateful to you for putting up with me, for my heavy weight."
"No, not at all. You were as light as a feather."
"Um, Jin..." She shyly spoke. "I want to thank you for a great night, a great date. I couldn't imagine anything else that could top that. Moreover, its my first date."
"It was something I had given a lot of thought," Jin said to himself.
When they finished their meal, Xiaoyu decided to watch Jin in training. Mishima style karate and Kazama judo were pretty prominent martial arts in the Iron Fist Tournment. The most unbelievable part of it was the capacity of an individual to combine both. It would take a lot of training and
hardwork. She knew, for her fighting style was based on various martial arts too.
She watched him with undivided attention. His face was so calm yet there was intense concentration. To her shock, she saw lighting coming out of Jin's fists. "How'd he do that?" She
asked herself with a sound of disbelief.
"How did I do that?" Jin whirled to face a curious Xiaoyu. "Well," he began to explain, "for one thing, its what the Mishima bloodlines have. Something harnessed in martial arts training too. My grandfather Heihachi, my father..." When he spoke of his father, his voice trailed and stopped.
"Your father..."
He nodded. It brought him so much pain to recall. He would often be persecuted because he was Kazuya Mishima's child. In his childhood, kids of the same age as he was would say he was different, because he didn't have a father. Neighbors threw dirty and suspicious looks at him because they knew Kazuya Mishima. They feared he would be the same. At present, its used as some kind of tactic against him.
"I'm sorry Jin I--"
"You don't have to. What is. Is what is."
"I feel I should do something for you."
"You don't have to. Listening and spending time with me is more than enough...well, it would be more than enough if the student of the great master Wang Jinrey sparred with me."
"You sure have ways to stir people. You're on!"
They trained for more than an hour. It was a tight match and Xiaoyu was beginning to get exhausted. Jin tackled her and that was it.
"I give up!" Ling cried as she lay on the floor, gasping for air.
"That was quite a session. I'm tired too!" said Jin then lay on the floor beside her.
"Somebody dunk me in a drum of water! A drum of soda!" she exclaimed then extended her arms.
"Yeah, you said it." Jin agreed. He extended his arms as well and his hands suddenly got intertwined with hers.
They face each other in embarrassment and disbelief. Jin and Ling were wide-eyed. Both felt their faces get hot and they began to blush, because they were barely inches apart. Jin picked up all his guts and made his move. He brought her delicate hands down to his lips and gently kissed it. Ling
could do nothing but get redder, she was too overwhelmed to speak and move. Then Jin began to lean forward, to kiss her. Just as they were barely, *barely* apart...
"Alright men! Its time to get your lazy asses off for training! When you enter that dojo, you will have to give me fifty knuckle push-ups!" a voice yelling from outside the training hall.
"Darn! Just when I was so close!" Jin shouted to himself.
They turned to look out the entrance. They quickly stood up and went out.
"Ah Jin! Nice to see you train so early. I wish the Tekkenshu were like you, HARDWORKING!" the head turned his attention to the soldiers. "And I see you've got a sparring partner with you. Good morning Miss Xiaoyu."
"Good morning," she greeted.
"We're heading back to the mansion," Jin said. He and Xiaoyu bowed at the trainer as a sign of courtesy and hurriedly went back.
"Sorry what happened back there. I-I just got a little carried away."
Jin said apologetically as he walked Ling to her room.
"That's alright...Jin I--" Ling answered, but her voice trailed off.
"Yeah, what is it?" He asked curiously.
"Oh, nevermind. Its nothing, nevermind. Anyway, I'll be seeing you later at lunch," she said and entered her room.
Even though Xiaoyu was already in the room Jin was still at her door. He really felt frustrated because the chance had slipped. I was so very very close, he thought.
Meanwhile, Ling was leaning against the door. "Jin I--wish you did...kiss me." When she said that, Jin went to his room.
By: Mako-chan (aka Ginger Snap)
Mako_chan@tekken.cc
Things get a little...*teehee* in this chapter...
*Disclaimer: Jin Kazama, Ling Xiaoyu, and other Tekken characters you'll come across this fic are all owned by Namco. I'm not gaining profit from this...*
Chapter Three: "Watashi wa anata ga suki"
Ling woke up and found herself lying on her bed, and with a blanket on her and she was still dressed up. She tried what she could possibly remember. "Alright...we were stargazing. We were talking...he was telling me a story...that's it. I think had fallen asleep. Did it mean that.." her voice trailing off, she went to prepare herself, then head for the dining hall to have breakfast.
"Did you have a good sleep?" Jin asked as they were eating breakfast.
"Uh hm. I have to be really grateful to you for putting up with me, for my heavy weight."
"No, not at all. You were as light as a feather."
"Um, Jin..." She shyly spoke. "I want to thank you for a great night, a great date. I couldn't imagine anything else that could top that. Moreover, its my first date."
"It was something I had given a lot of thought," Jin said to himself.
When they finished their meal, Xiaoyu decided to watch Jin in training. Mishima style karate and Kazama judo were pretty prominent martial arts in the Iron Fist Tournment. The most unbelievable part of it was the capacity of an individual to combine both. It would take a lot of training and
hardwork. She knew, for her fighting style was based on various martial arts too.
She watched him with undivided attention. His face was so calm yet there was intense concentration. To her shock, she saw lighting coming out of Jin's fists. "How'd he do that?" She
asked herself with a sound of disbelief.
"How did I do that?" Jin whirled to face a curious Xiaoyu. "Well," he began to explain, "for one thing, its what the Mishima bloodlines have. Something harnessed in martial arts training too. My grandfather Heihachi, my father..." When he spoke of his father, his voice trailed and stopped.
"Your father..."
He nodded. It brought him so much pain to recall. He would often be persecuted because he was Kazuya Mishima's child. In his childhood, kids of the same age as he was would say he was different, because he didn't have a father. Neighbors threw dirty and suspicious looks at him because they knew Kazuya Mishima. They feared he would be the same. At present, its used as some kind of tactic against him.
"I'm sorry Jin I--"
"You don't have to. What is. Is what is."
"I feel I should do something for you."
"You don't have to. Listening and spending time with me is more than enough...well, it would be more than enough if the student of the great master Wang Jinrey sparred with me."
"You sure have ways to stir people. You're on!"
They trained for more than an hour. It was a tight match and Xiaoyu was beginning to get exhausted. Jin tackled her and that was it.
"I give up!" Ling cried as she lay on the floor, gasping for air.
"That was quite a session. I'm tired too!" said Jin then lay on the floor beside her.
"Somebody dunk me in a drum of water! A drum of soda!" she exclaimed then extended her arms.
"Yeah, you said it." Jin agreed. He extended his arms as well and his hands suddenly got intertwined with hers.
They face each other in embarrassment and disbelief. Jin and Ling were wide-eyed. Both felt their faces get hot and they began to blush, because they were barely inches apart. Jin picked up all his guts and made his move. He brought her delicate hands down to his lips and gently kissed it. Ling
could do nothing but get redder, she was too overwhelmed to speak and move. Then Jin began to lean forward, to kiss her. Just as they were barely, *barely* apart...
"Alright men! Its time to get your lazy asses off for training! When you enter that dojo, you will have to give me fifty knuckle push-ups!" a voice yelling from outside the training hall.
"Darn! Just when I was so close!" Jin shouted to himself.
They turned to look out the entrance. They quickly stood up and went out.
"Ah Jin! Nice to see you train so early. I wish the Tekkenshu were like you, HARDWORKING!" the head turned his attention to the soldiers. "And I see you've got a sparring partner with you. Good morning Miss Xiaoyu."
"Good morning," she greeted.
"We're heading back to the mansion," Jin said. He and Xiaoyu bowed at the trainer as a sign of courtesy and hurriedly went back.
"Sorry what happened back there. I-I just got a little carried away."
Jin said apologetically as he walked Ling to her room.
"That's alright...Jin I--" Ling answered, but her voice trailed off.
"Yeah, what is it?" He asked curiously.
"Oh, nevermind. Its nothing, nevermind. Anyway, I'll be seeing you later at lunch," she said and entered her room.
Even though Xiaoyu was already in the room Jin was still at her door. He really felt frustrated because the chance had slipped. I was so very very close, he thought.
Meanwhile, Ling was leaning against the door. "Jin I--wish you did...kiss me." When she said that, Jin went to his room.