Ling
What a strange guy. Who talks to people with their back turned? And what's up with keeping his hood on? How rude. I walked over to the tray that held his application. Might as well add it into the stack of filing I'd have to do later. I grabbed the application, looking at his answers to the survey, before flipping it. I clamped my hand over my mouth, afraid I might scream in the Marketing & Special Events Department of the Mishima Financial Empire. The name at the top was written in very familiar handwriting: 'Kazama, Jin'.
I made a mad dash outside the office.
"Ling!" one of the employees called out.
"I'll be right back!" I called back. "The guy forgot to put something on his application!"
How'd he disappear so fast? I took the stairs. When I got to the ground floor, the elevators were already on their way up again. Darn it! I missed him! How can anyone miss a tall Asian guy wearing scruffy clothes? I ran out onto the curb. Jin Kazama had disppeared! And...I didn't care how I looked, but I stamped my foot.
I went back into the zaibatsu to clock out. What a bad way to end a day...
About an ahour later, I arrived at the mansion. Panda was munching on some bamboo on the floor of my room while I sat on my bed, ranting. Not sure if she was able to understand a darn thing I said, considering I talked really fast...but I had to let it out. After all this time, I finally get word from Jin. And what happens? I wasn't even able to look him in the eye.
A single envelope with my name written on it in bold letters caught my attention. It was piled with all the other mail that I had gotten. I opened the letter, pulling the note out.
" 'Black Pearl. 10 PM tonight. X10'," I read aloud.
Panda's head lifted.
"Wow..." I looked at Panda. Black Pearl was some club for young people. "What do you think, Panda?"
What have I got to lose? Although I already had an idea on who I'd be seeing tonight...
Okay, Black Pearl wasn't easy to find. It's one of those places deep in a corner between a pool hall and a casino. I had to ask some people in the pool hall about it. The only way you could tell it was the place was a small, small painting of a black pearl above the doorway. Go fig.
I'm not sure what to wear to a place like this. So I had worn a pink tank top, and one of those black skirt looking but really shorts thing. Oh yeah, and black boots. They were a gift from a classmate.
Boy, this place was dark. The music was pretty loud. The DJ was playing some American hip hop song when I came in. Now he was playing a Japanese song.
It was really, really, really crowded. I sat at the bar, asking the bartender for a glass of soda.
A guy dressed in one of those button down shirts that he left open sat next to me, staring.
"Hey, there," he said.
"Hi," I said back.
"You here alone?" he asked.
"Not exactly," I said. "I'm with my friend."
"Good. A fine chick like you doesn't seem the type to not have friends."
Oh, that's a really good pick up line. "Thanks...I guess..."
"You wanna dance?"
"Sure, I guess." Might as well do something.
We danced for two songs. He's a good dancer. But I wasn't interested. I got back to my seat at the bar.
"Nice to see that you still like to have fun," a voice said.
I heard that voice earlier. At the zaibatsu. Has it been that long...I don't even remember what Jin sounds like? I turned, and in the flashing strobe lights, I could see Jin sitting next to me. From what I could make out, he was dressed pretty nicely. But it was definitely him. Nobody has his looks.
I just stared at him for a few moments, not sure how to react. But he was here. I didn't have time to think. So I did the first thing that came to mind.
I shoved his chest hard. "Where have you been?!"
He got surprised, but he recovered quickly. "Training."
"Training?" He sat there as if nothing had happened. "Training?! I don't hear from you in two years and I see you again and the best you can say is training? Who goes on two year training sessions?!"
I think I said something that hit a nerve. Immediately, he got all tense.
"What...What happened?" I asked.
"I can't talk about it," he answered.
"Why not?"
"Not here," he said.
"Then where?"
He didn't say anything.
"You could have said hi at the office," I pointed out. "I have no idea where you've been all this time...it would have been nice to know that you were alive."
"I know. Sorry." Jin studied the bar for a few minutes. "What time are you supposed to be back at the mansion?"
"I told the servants that I was going out with girlfriends tonight. They think I'll be late."
"You want to get out of here?" he asked.
"And go where?"
"Back to my hotel room," he replied. "I'll tell you everything once we get there."
No way was I letting him out of my sight. "Sure."
(And no...it's not like that...^_^)
What a strange guy. Who talks to people with their back turned? And what's up with keeping his hood on? How rude. I walked over to the tray that held his application. Might as well add it into the stack of filing I'd have to do later. I grabbed the application, looking at his answers to the survey, before flipping it. I clamped my hand over my mouth, afraid I might scream in the Marketing & Special Events Department of the Mishima Financial Empire. The name at the top was written in very familiar handwriting: 'Kazama, Jin'.
I made a mad dash outside the office.
"Ling!" one of the employees called out.
"I'll be right back!" I called back. "The guy forgot to put something on his application!"
How'd he disappear so fast? I took the stairs. When I got to the ground floor, the elevators were already on their way up again. Darn it! I missed him! How can anyone miss a tall Asian guy wearing scruffy clothes? I ran out onto the curb. Jin Kazama had disppeared! And...I didn't care how I looked, but I stamped my foot.
I went back into the zaibatsu to clock out. What a bad way to end a day...
About an ahour later, I arrived at the mansion. Panda was munching on some bamboo on the floor of my room while I sat on my bed, ranting. Not sure if she was able to understand a darn thing I said, considering I talked really fast...but I had to let it out. After all this time, I finally get word from Jin. And what happens? I wasn't even able to look him in the eye.
A single envelope with my name written on it in bold letters caught my attention. It was piled with all the other mail that I had gotten. I opened the letter, pulling the note out.
" 'Black Pearl. 10 PM tonight. X10'," I read aloud.
Panda's head lifted.
"Wow..." I looked at Panda. Black Pearl was some club for young people. "What do you think, Panda?"
What have I got to lose? Although I already had an idea on who I'd be seeing tonight...
Okay, Black Pearl wasn't easy to find. It's one of those places deep in a corner between a pool hall and a casino. I had to ask some people in the pool hall about it. The only way you could tell it was the place was a small, small painting of a black pearl above the doorway. Go fig.
I'm not sure what to wear to a place like this. So I had worn a pink tank top, and one of those black skirt looking but really shorts thing. Oh yeah, and black boots. They were a gift from a classmate.
Boy, this place was dark. The music was pretty loud. The DJ was playing some American hip hop song when I came in. Now he was playing a Japanese song.
It was really, really, really crowded. I sat at the bar, asking the bartender for a glass of soda.
A guy dressed in one of those button down shirts that he left open sat next to me, staring.
"Hey, there," he said.
"Hi," I said back.
"You here alone?" he asked.
"Not exactly," I said. "I'm with my friend."
"Good. A fine chick like you doesn't seem the type to not have friends."
Oh, that's a really good pick up line. "Thanks...I guess..."
"You wanna dance?"
"Sure, I guess." Might as well do something.
We danced for two songs. He's a good dancer. But I wasn't interested. I got back to my seat at the bar.
"Nice to see that you still like to have fun," a voice said.
I heard that voice earlier. At the zaibatsu. Has it been that long...I don't even remember what Jin sounds like? I turned, and in the flashing strobe lights, I could see Jin sitting next to me. From what I could make out, he was dressed pretty nicely. But it was definitely him. Nobody has his looks.
I just stared at him for a few moments, not sure how to react. But he was here. I didn't have time to think. So I did the first thing that came to mind.
I shoved his chest hard. "Where have you been?!"
He got surprised, but he recovered quickly. "Training."
"Training?" He sat there as if nothing had happened. "Training?! I don't hear from you in two years and I see you again and the best you can say is training? Who goes on two year training sessions?!"
I think I said something that hit a nerve. Immediately, he got all tense.
"What...What happened?" I asked.
"I can't talk about it," he answered.
"Why not?"
"Not here," he said.
"Then where?"
He didn't say anything.
"You could have said hi at the office," I pointed out. "I have no idea where you've been all this time...it would have been nice to know that you were alive."
"I know. Sorry." Jin studied the bar for a few minutes. "What time are you supposed to be back at the mansion?"
"I told the servants that I was going out with girlfriends tonight. They think I'll be late."
"You want to get out of here?" he asked.
"And go where?"
"Back to my hotel room," he replied. "I'll tell you everything once we get there."
No way was I letting him out of my sight. "Sure."
(And no...it's not like that...^_^)
