Chapter 3
Dionne prepared for bed. She put on her lacey dress, and walked back to the room. Jin, who had on a black wifebeater, sat on the pressed bed in only pants. He cracked his knuckles, and Dionne walked over to put on her lotion, and pin up her hair. Once she was done, she felt warm hands on her shoulders. She looked back at Jin, and he gently forced her side to face forward. He started to massage her shoulders. She felt herself smiling.
"What's the point of this?" she asked, her words coming out slurred.
"Your back aches doesn't it?" Jin asked, softly slipping the spaghetti straps off her shoulders.
"Umhm," she murmered, as a wave of relaxation took her over. She caught herself, and was alert again, "Thanks uh...Jin," she spoke, clearing her throat, and pulling her straps back up.
"Relax," he spoke, going lower. He softly traced his lips on both sides of her neck, and finally decided to kiss and nuzzle at the right side. She felt like jello in his arms while he sucked at her neck.
"Jin, I..."
"Sssh..." Jin soothed quietly. He dipped her until her head was on his lap. He moved, and she drooped to the bed. He kneeled over her, licking her lips, and moving his tongue to invade her mouth brutally. She unintentionally put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Jin let go and slid his fingers up her stomach and chest. Just as things got hot and heavy [as if they weren't so already], the door opened and Hwoarang stepped in.
Jin kept his lips fastened on her neck as he traced down, and his hands were on her hips. She moved her leg to twine with his.
"What the..."
Both looked up suddenly. A few strands of hair fell in Dionne's face, and Jin stood up, glaring at Hwoarang.
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"So you won't be a trophy, yet you're here about to let this guy lay you?"
Dionne glared, "It's not like that, Red,"
"And to think I was going to apologize to you?" he snorted.
"You're not even listening to me..."
"I don't have to! Get your stuff, and go to his room. I don't need this crap,"
She narrowed her eyes, "Why don't you get out, and he'll move in here?"
"Because I refuse to be anywhere he was, or touch anything he touched,"
"Then that means, you sleep on the floor, and you don't even look at me,"
He clenched his jaw, "Those conditions sound fine. I'll go pack my things, and I suggest Jin does the same,"
She looked at Jin who sat there, looking up at her. She walked over to Hwoarang.
"Look, I'm sorry. Don't leave, I'll just go to his room for now tonight...give you time to think,"
He nodded, "Fine,"
She smacked his chin in a friendly manner, but her disposition remained serious. She put on a robe, grabbed clothes for the next day, and followed Jin to his room. Hwoarang lay back in bed, extremely frustrated.
"He's not going to win this time. The tournament, or her,"
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The next day.
Dionne's alarm went off, and she jolted up. She turned it off, but Jin kept his arms firmly wrapped around her waist. She moved his bangs from his eyes, and traced her fingers over where the tattoo was burned into his arm last night. She winced as she felt it engraved into his skin. She moved away, and slipped out of his arms. She looked at the time, and swore. The clock had still been set late from Hwoarang. She had the first match of the day, and traffic was killer. She quickly threw on her black pants and a red sports bra. She put on her gloves, and sneakers, and jotted a quick note to the sleeping Jin. She ran out of the room, and he woke up when the door slammed. He saw her dress slung over the bedpost, and a note next to it. He read, and jumped up to dress as well. What she didn't know was that she was fighting him.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the delay, but both fighters are late. We will start in fifteen minutes with or without them," spoke the announcer.
Heihachi Mishima took his place in the stands. His grandson was fighting again today. He had survived. Not bad for a dead person. He chuckled to himself, and saw the boy dashing into the ring. A young girl entered soon after. He blinked, and did a double take. He smiled in rememberance.
"Ah Leila," he said, remembering her mother, and the rest of her family. He looked at the boy in shades with a gun. He called the boy over.
"Xander. Look down there. Do you see that girl?"
"Yes sir,"
"After the fight, go talk to her. You may find her interesting,"
"Sir?"
Heihachi grinned, "Don't be a dolt, Xander. She's your sister,"
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"Now that our fighters are here, let's begin! Jin Kazama vs. Dionne DeLavega!"
The two looked at each other. Jin swallowed, but Dionne looked shocked and upset.
"Fight!!!"
"You set me up!" she accused, sending a punch into his stomach. He went sprawling across the ring.
He got up, and charged into her, "Don't do this now, I didn't set you up..."
"You knew we were going to fight, and you took advantage!" wrapping him in a body lock, and cracking his arm. He stood up, and shook at his arm. He quickly did a three ring circus combo, and she fell. She got back up, and retaliated by launching a twin arrow punch, and he went sprawling.
"I did not," he said, getting up, and grabbing her leg as she moved towards him. He flipped her, and she landed flat on her stomach. He picked her up, and held her wrist, holding his leg next to her neck.
She looked at him, and he noticed a faint shimmer of tears.
"You think I don't care about you?" he said, letting her go. He walked towards the edge of the ring, and grabbed a white towel. He threw it in the ring, and walked off. Everyone was surprised, but Dionne stood in the center, feeling disconnected and hollow.
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Dionne walked out of the ring after Jin, and a young man tapped her shoulder. She turned and looked at him, and he looked exactly like her. He had the same dark, intense eyes, he wore his hair in black and silver spikes, and he had...
"Where did you get that?" Dionne demanded, looking at his necklace. It was the missing piece to her necklace.
"From my father, Dionne,"
She looked at him, "Xander,"
He nodded slowly, and she wrapped her arms around him. He held her head to his shoulders and he had his other arm around her waist.
"I gave up my spot for this?" Jin muttered.
The siblings let go of each other, "Jin!" she called to him, going to his arms.
"No! Who is this?"
She sighed, "Jin, it's a long story,"
He folded his arm, "I've got time,"
The twins looked at each other, and then stood next to each other. Jin arched a brow, "Oh my God,"
Dionne nodded, and Jin walked back to her, and held her close. Xander looked over his shoulder, and then back at Jin. He looked remarkably like...
"Son of Kazuya,"
Jin looked up.
Xander looked at the two, "You slept with my sister, didn't you?" his eyes going wide in realization.
Jin sighed, "Please, chill. I'm sorry, and I know your sister is..."
"You bastard,"
Dionne walked to Xander, and held his hands, "Chill out, Xander. He won't hurt me,"
Xander shook his head, "He's the grandson of Heihachi Mishima,"
Dionne turned around, and looked at Jin. He paled, "Uh...I can explain,"
Dionne screamed, and torpedo kicked him.
Jin coughed on the ground.
"Your grandfather's looking for you," Xander said, standing above him. "When you see him, tell him I said go to hell...no pun intended," taking his sisters hands. She spit on Jin, and they left.
Jin sighed, and groaned as he tried to get up. Suprisingly, and hand extended to him--Hwoarang.
"Red?" Jin asked lowly once he regained his breath.
"I think Di's in trouble. I don't trust that guy,"
Jin frowned, but nodded, and followed the redhead.
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Later.
"I'm so glad we can go home," Xander spoke lowly as Dionne signed the papers of resignation.
She nodded, "I am too. We can finally pick up the pieces,"
"It seems like a freaky dream...I mean, I never thought I'd see you again,"
Dionne looked around, feeling paranoid, "Yeah, now let's go. We'd better get out of here before something bad happens," Dionne said, putting the pen down.
"Something like what?" Heiahchi Mishima asked, once she turned around. She screamed, but Xander put a hand over her mouth. Her eyes rang out in fear and alarm.
Heihachi laughed evilly.
"What, you thought I'd actually let you live?"
Xander grinned as he held his sister. He knocked her in the back straight in her spine, knocking her unconcious.
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Days later.
Dionne woke up, feeling woozy. Heihachi slept next to her, and she felt hot all over. She got up, and felt sick to her stomach. The old perverted bastard was going to ghost her as he had her mother. She got out of the bed, and put on her clothes. She looked at the window, and the door. Noticing that the door was locked, she went for the window. She looked down, and there was a 10-story drop. She looked at the door, and then at Heihachi. The drop wasn't looking so bad anymore. She opened the window, and sighed. She jumped out headfirst. Her life flashed before her face, and the last thing on her mind was how her brother had betrayed her. She closed her eyes to the world, and as she felt the ground drawing closer, she doubled over. Then, in an instant, she hit the ground...was she dead? She opened her eyes, and sunlight quickly filled her pupils. She had landed on a matress. She turned on her back, and thanked God a million times.
"He helped too," Hwoarang said, making a cross sign over his chest as he took Dionne's wrist.
"Red?" she asked, blinking.
Jin pulled at her other arm. She looked up at both of them as they helped her up.
"What?"
"No, its who. That dork of a brother betrayed you," Hwoarang explained.
"So much for brotherly love. Then my grandfather had his way with you, I'm assuming, after he kept you drugged," Jin muttered bitterly. He hugged her close, and she mumbled apologies.
Hwoarang couldn't help but smile.
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Heihachi got up, and sighed. He called Xander into the room.
"To the hotel. That's where they're going,"
He nodded, and went for the keys as Heihachi dressed.
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Just as Heihachi predicted, the teens were at the hotel packing.
"What's Cuba like, Di?"
She chuckled, "Well, the beaches are gorgeous. The homes are simple, and the people are beautiful," she boasted of her homeland.
"Can we live in a hacienda with you?" Jin asked, making her crack up. Each one grabbed their bags.
"I'm glad you two actually were forced to get along,"
They looked at each other, and in unison announced, "He's not so bad,"
Dionne smiled, and they got in a cab. They chatted for a while, but once they were out of the cab, they were in an alley, and the cab driver drove off with all their things.
"What's the matter? Couldn't wait until I got up?" Heihachi spoke roughly, making the three teens look at him. Heihachi glared at Hwoarang.
"This doesn't involve you, redhead. Go home,"
He looked at the two, and grinned coyly, leaving. Dionne and Jin held hands, silently vowing to kill Hwoarang one day.
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Dionne prepared for bed. She put on her lacey dress, and walked back to the room. Jin, who had on a black wifebeater, sat on the pressed bed in only pants. He cracked his knuckles, and Dionne walked over to put on her lotion, and pin up her hair. Once she was done, she felt warm hands on her shoulders. She looked back at Jin, and he gently forced her side to face forward. He started to massage her shoulders. She felt herself smiling.
"What's the point of this?" she asked, her words coming out slurred.
"Your back aches doesn't it?" Jin asked, softly slipping the spaghetti straps off her shoulders.
"Umhm," she murmered, as a wave of relaxation took her over. She caught herself, and was alert again, "Thanks uh...Jin," she spoke, clearing her throat, and pulling her straps back up.
"Relax," he spoke, going lower. He softly traced his lips on both sides of her neck, and finally decided to kiss and nuzzle at the right side. She felt like jello in his arms while he sucked at her neck.
"Jin, I..."
"Sssh..." Jin soothed quietly. He dipped her until her head was on his lap. He moved, and she drooped to the bed. He kneeled over her, licking her lips, and moving his tongue to invade her mouth brutally. She unintentionally put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Jin let go and slid his fingers up her stomach and chest. Just as things got hot and heavy [as if they weren't so already], the door opened and Hwoarang stepped in.
Jin kept his lips fastened on her neck as he traced down, and his hands were on her hips. She moved her leg to twine with his.
"What the..."
Both looked up suddenly. A few strands of hair fell in Dionne's face, and Jin stood up, glaring at Hwoarang.
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"So you won't be a trophy, yet you're here about to let this guy lay you?"
Dionne glared, "It's not like that, Red,"
"And to think I was going to apologize to you?" he snorted.
"You're not even listening to me..."
"I don't have to! Get your stuff, and go to his room. I don't need this crap,"
She narrowed her eyes, "Why don't you get out, and he'll move in here?"
"Because I refuse to be anywhere he was, or touch anything he touched,"
"Then that means, you sleep on the floor, and you don't even look at me,"
He clenched his jaw, "Those conditions sound fine. I'll go pack my things, and I suggest Jin does the same,"
She looked at Jin who sat there, looking up at her. She walked over to Hwoarang.
"Look, I'm sorry. Don't leave, I'll just go to his room for now tonight...give you time to think,"
He nodded, "Fine,"
She smacked his chin in a friendly manner, but her disposition remained serious. She put on a robe, grabbed clothes for the next day, and followed Jin to his room. Hwoarang lay back in bed, extremely frustrated.
"He's not going to win this time. The tournament, or her,"
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The next day.
Dionne's alarm went off, and she jolted up. She turned it off, but Jin kept his arms firmly wrapped around her waist. She moved his bangs from his eyes, and traced her fingers over where the tattoo was burned into his arm last night. She winced as she felt it engraved into his skin. She moved away, and slipped out of his arms. She looked at the time, and swore. The clock had still been set late from Hwoarang. She had the first match of the day, and traffic was killer. She quickly threw on her black pants and a red sports bra. She put on her gloves, and sneakers, and jotted a quick note to the sleeping Jin. She ran out of the room, and he woke up when the door slammed. He saw her dress slung over the bedpost, and a note next to it. He read, and jumped up to dress as well. What she didn't know was that she was fighting him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the delay, but both fighters are late. We will start in fifteen minutes with or without them," spoke the announcer.
Heihachi Mishima took his place in the stands. His grandson was fighting again today. He had survived. Not bad for a dead person. He chuckled to himself, and saw the boy dashing into the ring. A young girl entered soon after. He blinked, and did a double take. He smiled in rememberance.
"Ah Leila," he said, remembering her mother, and the rest of her family. He looked at the boy in shades with a gun. He called the boy over.
"Xander. Look down there. Do you see that girl?"
"Yes sir,"
"After the fight, go talk to her. You may find her interesting,"
"Sir?"
Heihachi grinned, "Don't be a dolt, Xander. She's your sister,"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Now that our fighters are here, let's begin! Jin Kazama vs. Dionne DeLavega!"
The two looked at each other. Jin swallowed, but Dionne looked shocked and upset.
"Fight!!!"
"You set me up!" she accused, sending a punch into his stomach. He went sprawling across the ring.
He got up, and charged into her, "Don't do this now, I didn't set you up..."
"You knew we were going to fight, and you took advantage!" wrapping him in a body lock, and cracking his arm. He stood up, and shook at his arm. He quickly did a three ring circus combo, and she fell. She got back up, and retaliated by launching a twin arrow punch, and he went sprawling.
"I did not," he said, getting up, and grabbing her leg as she moved towards him. He flipped her, and she landed flat on her stomach. He picked her up, and held her wrist, holding his leg next to her neck.
She looked at him, and he noticed a faint shimmer of tears.
"You think I don't care about you?" he said, letting her go. He walked towards the edge of the ring, and grabbed a white towel. He threw it in the ring, and walked off. Everyone was surprised, but Dionne stood in the center, feeling disconnected and hollow.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Dionne walked out of the ring after Jin, and a young man tapped her shoulder. She turned and looked at him, and he looked exactly like her. He had the same dark, intense eyes, he wore his hair in black and silver spikes, and he had...
"Where did you get that?" Dionne demanded, looking at his necklace. It was the missing piece to her necklace.
"From my father, Dionne,"
She looked at him, "Xander,"
He nodded slowly, and she wrapped her arms around him. He held her head to his shoulders and he had his other arm around her waist.
"I gave up my spot for this?" Jin muttered.
The siblings let go of each other, "Jin!" she called to him, going to his arms.
"No! Who is this?"
She sighed, "Jin, it's a long story,"
He folded his arm, "I've got time,"
The twins looked at each other, and then stood next to each other. Jin arched a brow, "Oh my God,"
Dionne nodded, and Jin walked back to her, and held her close. Xander looked over his shoulder, and then back at Jin. He looked remarkably like...
"Son of Kazuya,"
Jin looked up.
Xander looked at the two, "You slept with my sister, didn't you?" his eyes going wide in realization.
Jin sighed, "Please, chill. I'm sorry, and I know your sister is..."
"You bastard,"
Dionne walked to Xander, and held his hands, "Chill out, Xander. He won't hurt me,"
Xander shook his head, "He's the grandson of Heihachi Mishima,"
Dionne turned around, and looked at Jin. He paled, "Uh...I can explain,"
Dionne screamed, and torpedo kicked him.
Jin coughed on the ground.
"Your grandfather's looking for you," Xander said, standing above him. "When you see him, tell him I said go to hell...no pun intended," taking his sisters hands. She spit on Jin, and they left.
Jin sighed, and groaned as he tried to get up. Suprisingly, and hand extended to him--Hwoarang.
"Red?" Jin asked lowly once he regained his breath.
"I think Di's in trouble. I don't trust that guy,"
Jin frowned, but nodded, and followed the redhead.
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Later.
"I'm so glad we can go home," Xander spoke lowly as Dionne signed the papers of resignation.
She nodded, "I am too. We can finally pick up the pieces,"
"It seems like a freaky dream...I mean, I never thought I'd see you again,"
Dionne looked around, feeling paranoid, "Yeah, now let's go. We'd better get out of here before something bad happens," Dionne said, putting the pen down.
"Something like what?" Heiahchi Mishima asked, once she turned around. She screamed, but Xander put a hand over her mouth. Her eyes rang out in fear and alarm.
Heihachi laughed evilly.
"What, you thought I'd actually let you live?"
Xander grinned as he held his sister. He knocked her in the back straight in her spine, knocking her unconcious.
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Days later.
Dionne woke up, feeling woozy. Heihachi slept next to her, and she felt hot all over. She got up, and felt sick to her stomach. The old perverted bastard was going to ghost her as he had her mother. She got out of the bed, and put on her clothes. She looked at the window, and the door. Noticing that the door was locked, she went for the window. She looked down, and there was a 10-story drop. She looked at the door, and then at Heihachi. The drop wasn't looking so bad anymore. She opened the window, and sighed. She jumped out headfirst. Her life flashed before her face, and the last thing on her mind was how her brother had betrayed her. She closed her eyes to the world, and as she felt the ground drawing closer, she doubled over. Then, in an instant, she hit the ground...was she dead? She opened her eyes, and sunlight quickly filled her pupils. She had landed on a matress. She turned on her back, and thanked God a million times.
"He helped too," Hwoarang said, making a cross sign over his chest as he took Dionne's wrist.
"Red?" she asked, blinking.
Jin pulled at her other arm. She looked up at both of them as they helped her up.
"What?"
"No, its who. That dork of a brother betrayed you," Hwoarang explained.
"So much for brotherly love. Then my grandfather had his way with you, I'm assuming, after he kept you drugged," Jin muttered bitterly. He hugged her close, and she mumbled apologies.
Hwoarang couldn't help but smile.
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Heihachi got up, and sighed. He called Xander into the room.
"To the hotel. That's where they're going,"
He nodded, and went for the keys as Heihachi dressed.
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Just as Heihachi predicted, the teens were at the hotel packing.
"What's Cuba like, Di?"
She chuckled, "Well, the beaches are gorgeous. The homes are simple, and the people are beautiful," she boasted of her homeland.
"Can we live in a hacienda with you?" Jin asked, making her crack up. Each one grabbed their bags.
"I'm glad you two actually were forced to get along,"
They looked at each other, and in unison announced, "He's not so bad,"
Dionne smiled, and they got in a cab. They chatted for a while, but once they were out of the cab, they were in an alley, and the cab driver drove off with all their things.
"What's the matter? Couldn't wait until I got up?" Heihachi spoke roughly, making the three teens look at him. Heihachi glared at Hwoarang.
"This doesn't involve you, redhead. Go home,"
He looked at the two, and grinned coyly, leaving. Dionne and Jin held hands, silently vowing to kill Hwoarang one day.
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