I decided that I would finally get round to writing another chapter to what
seems like this never-ending story. I don't know if there is anyone out
there that is still reading it (I hope there is!) but anyway…
Jin had already decided that he wasn't going to let Julia leave like this; he had to tell her the truth, the truth… but what was that exactly? The fact that he felt like he was going to have to marry just to please his Grandfather and continue the Mishima legacy? Yes that's exactly what he would tell her; after all it was partially the truth. But if he was going to marry then he was certain that it wouldn't be to the whimpering moron that was clinging to his arm like an attention-seeking child. Even his Grandfather did say that she came from a very well to do family.
"Jin we are going to be soo happy do you know that? I can't wait until we are married! We will live in a really big house which will be filled with really pretty things – and everyone is going to be so Jealous" The girl sighed with a contented look on her face, "Yes my friends will be so jealous, they are all way to ugly to ever get married to a renowned fighter"
Jin gritted his teeth, "well if your planning on making your friends jealous you betting start looking for a husband because I can assure you that there is no way in hell that I would marry a women like you"
"Excuse me?" She practically shrieked back at him.
"You heard me" Jin replied, only vaguely aware that the whole crowd was watching the whole scene play out before their very eyes – some people seemed to find the whole thing rather amusing.
"You can't do this!" she screamed, still grasping onto her arm.
"I think that you will find that we are hardly in imperial Japan anymore, I can do whatever the hell I want to do, and believe me that includes choosing my own choices in my life" he calmly replied, shrugged and pulling his arm away from the girl who was no in flood of tears.
"Now if you don't mind I have somewhere important that I have to be," Jin said looking far across the crowd and to where the route that he was sure he had seen Julia take.
As he begin to move down the steps he became aware of his Grandfathers yells behind him, but the way that he saw it was that he was 18 and old enough to make his own decisions. Heihachi had done nothing from the moment that he had taken him in to really make Jin respect his wishes, sure he was scared of him; but fear was very different from respect, and you couldn't live your life in fear.
The crowd parted as he walked slowly through it, he could here the people whispering around him but he couldn't be bothered to listen to their meaningless jabber, and instead just headed in the direction that he was pretty sure Julia had gone in…
An hour and a half later the crowds has all dispersed and the only people walking round the area were just the usual people and a few tourist. Jin was sad to say that he had unfortunately failed in his task of locating Julia and was beginning to feel really depressed. He didn't want Julia to think badly of him – but of course what else could she think? After all the last that she heard was that he was due to marry. What a mess.
Sitting down on a small bench he hung his head and tried to think of some sort of solution to the events that had all panned out today. That's when he heard the sound of a popular Chinese song which he could recall hearing on occasions when he was younger and had been taken on visits to Hong Kong and mainland China with his mother. Looking up his noticed the small Chinese girl that was friends with Julia strolling along the pavement, singing to herself; she was in a world of her own.
Suddenly Jin was struck with a brilliant idea, reaching into his pocket he picked out a small envelope. Inside of it he knew that there was an invitation inviting its reader to the fancy dress party that his Grandfather had been organising; his Grandfather had decided that it would be a great idea if everyone of the fighters could get together for a few festivities before the tournament got down to the last participants. Jin hadn't been so sure how realistic the idea of a civil party between fighter would be but Heihachi had been insistent that it would be held – like Jin had any say in it anyway, his Grandfather was obviously concocting something that Jin himself was unaware of, not that he cared anyway. But he had decided that he would give Julia her invitation personally (even though all the invitations had already been sent out over two weeks ago – the party was tomorrow evening after all he wanted her to know that he wanted her to be there and had written her out an invitation from himself – he had been planning to give it to her today), as she was the only one he cared about being there anyway.
"Hey!" He called out, with the invitation held in one hand.
Ling looked around, she wasn't really sure who was calling her – and she wasn't really in the mood to find out either. Julia had gone back to the hotel, and Hwoarang was nowhere to be found leaving her to make her own way home, she had also just found out that the impromptu party had been cancelled as well. Apparently the idea for the party was not Heihachi's idea like earlier thought and the man himself had made sure that no party would be held tonight as he didn't want anything to upstage his fancy dress party that was due to be held tomorrow evening; an affair that Ling highly expected to be full of stuffy and boring people like the girl that had been embarrassed by Jin Kazama earlier on in the day. She sniggered to herself as she remembered the mortified look that was on the girls face as the crowd stared up at her.
"HEY you! Are you deaf or something?" Jin shouted impatiently while he waited for Ling to snap out of her daydream.
"What!?" She snapped back, angry that someone would dare to talk to her like that. For the first time since beginning the conversation Ling turned around to look properly at the man who was speaking to her in steady English (obviously he presumed that as she was Chinese she couldn't speak Japanese).
"Your Jin aren't you?" She asked looking at the man who had called her, "Whats wrong your Grandfather kicked you out of your house? Or have you had another argument with your silly bimbo?"
Jin looked at the young girl and rolled his eyes; no wonder she was always hanging around with the Korean idiot – they had so much in common.
"Look, I'm in no mood to make small talk with you" He replied, reverting back to the dark and serious young man that most new him as. "I just wanted to give you this"
Ling look at the envelope that he was handing her with suspicion, wrinkling up her face she peered at in then at Jin.
"What is it?"
"Its an invitation" He said annoyance showing in his voice, and then noticing the confusion on Lings face, he added "its not for you though"
Ling was becoming quite aggravated, and snapped back at him "Well who is it for then?"
"Julia" he said, "make sure that she gets it won't you?" Jin said as he thrust the envelop in the direction of Ling.
Ling stood on the spot now completely bewildered with the situation- had he just said that it was for Julia? How did they know each other? Why hadn't Julia said anything to her? As Ling went through all these questions in her head she realised that Jin was now retreating at quite a fast pace down the road.
"Oi" She shouted (authors note: Oi = hey in Japanese) "wait a minute!" she shouted.
Jin was ignoring her calls though as he made his way towards a black convertible which was parked up in the nearby car park.
"You stupid Jerk!" She called, "what is this about?" So caught up in her anger she didn't notice that Hwoarang had just approached her.
Hwoarang looked at Ling, as she watched Jin make his way into his car.
"What did he want?" He asked her menacingly.
Exasperated Ling looked at him and merely replied that she hadn't got a fucking clue. But noticing Hwoarang looking at her a bit incredulously she added that she could understand why he didn't like him – he was a total weirdo! At this he smiled.
Jin got into his car, he had decided that he would spend the evening in a hotel – he wasn't really ready to face his Grandfathers wrath quite yet. He turned the car around so that he was facing the necessary direction, and drove down the road.
Ling and Hwoarang were making their way to the underground station nearby – after all it wasn't like they had a car.
They were interrupted mid-conversation by a load horn coming from one of the cars on the road; straight away they saw where it was coming from. And as Jin speed past in his car, dark glasses on and a smug smile on his face, Hwoarang stuck his middle finger up, Ling however just looked perplexed at the retreating car – what could the invitation possibly say? Julia was certainly in for a questioning that was for sure.
to be continued; please read and review!
Next chapter – the fancy dress "festivity"
Jin had already decided that he wasn't going to let Julia leave like this; he had to tell her the truth, the truth… but what was that exactly? The fact that he felt like he was going to have to marry just to please his Grandfather and continue the Mishima legacy? Yes that's exactly what he would tell her; after all it was partially the truth. But if he was going to marry then he was certain that it wouldn't be to the whimpering moron that was clinging to his arm like an attention-seeking child. Even his Grandfather did say that she came from a very well to do family.
"Jin we are going to be soo happy do you know that? I can't wait until we are married! We will live in a really big house which will be filled with really pretty things – and everyone is going to be so Jealous" The girl sighed with a contented look on her face, "Yes my friends will be so jealous, they are all way to ugly to ever get married to a renowned fighter"
Jin gritted his teeth, "well if your planning on making your friends jealous you betting start looking for a husband because I can assure you that there is no way in hell that I would marry a women like you"
"Excuse me?" She practically shrieked back at him.
"You heard me" Jin replied, only vaguely aware that the whole crowd was watching the whole scene play out before their very eyes – some people seemed to find the whole thing rather amusing.
"You can't do this!" she screamed, still grasping onto her arm.
"I think that you will find that we are hardly in imperial Japan anymore, I can do whatever the hell I want to do, and believe me that includes choosing my own choices in my life" he calmly replied, shrugged and pulling his arm away from the girl who was no in flood of tears.
"Now if you don't mind I have somewhere important that I have to be," Jin said looking far across the crowd and to where the route that he was sure he had seen Julia take.
As he begin to move down the steps he became aware of his Grandfathers yells behind him, but the way that he saw it was that he was 18 and old enough to make his own decisions. Heihachi had done nothing from the moment that he had taken him in to really make Jin respect his wishes, sure he was scared of him; but fear was very different from respect, and you couldn't live your life in fear.
The crowd parted as he walked slowly through it, he could here the people whispering around him but he couldn't be bothered to listen to their meaningless jabber, and instead just headed in the direction that he was pretty sure Julia had gone in…
An hour and a half later the crowds has all dispersed and the only people walking round the area were just the usual people and a few tourist. Jin was sad to say that he had unfortunately failed in his task of locating Julia and was beginning to feel really depressed. He didn't want Julia to think badly of him – but of course what else could she think? After all the last that she heard was that he was due to marry. What a mess.
Sitting down on a small bench he hung his head and tried to think of some sort of solution to the events that had all panned out today. That's when he heard the sound of a popular Chinese song which he could recall hearing on occasions when he was younger and had been taken on visits to Hong Kong and mainland China with his mother. Looking up his noticed the small Chinese girl that was friends with Julia strolling along the pavement, singing to herself; she was in a world of her own.
Suddenly Jin was struck with a brilliant idea, reaching into his pocket he picked out a small envelope. Inside of it he knew that there was an invitation inviting its reader to the fancy dress party that his Grandfather had been organising; his Grandfather had decided that it would be a great idea if everyone of the fighters could get together for a few festivities before the tournament got down to the last participants. Jin hadn't been so sure how realistic the idea of a civil party between fighter would be but Heihachi had been insistent that it would be held – like Jin had any say in it anyway, his Grandfather was obviously concocting something that Jin himself was unaware of, not that he cared anyway. But he had decided that he would give Julia her invitation personally (even though all the invitations had already been sent out over two weeks ago – the party was tomorrow evening after all he wanted her to know that he wanted her to be there and had written her out an invitation from himself – he had been planning to give it to her today), as she was the only one he cared about being there anyway.
"Hey!" He called out, with the invitation held in one hand.
Ling looked around, she wasn't really sure who was calling her – and she wasn't really in the mood to find out either. Julia had gone back to the hotel, and Hwoarang was nowhere to be found leaving her to make her own way home, she had also just found out that the impromptu party had been cancelled as well. Apparently the idea for the party was not Heihachi's idea like earlier thought and the man himself had made sure that no party would be held tonight as he didn't want anything to upstage his fancy dress party that was due to be held tomorrow evening; an affair that Ling highly expected to be full of stuffy and boring people like the girl that had been embarrassed by Jin Kazama earlier on in the day. She sniggered to herself as she remembered the mortified look that was on the girls face as the crowd stared up at her.
"HEY you! Are you deaf or something?" Jin shouted impatiently while he waited for Ling to snap out of her daydream.
"What!?" She snapped back, angry that someone would dare to talk to her like that. For the first time since beginning the conversation Ling turned around to look properly at the man who was speaking to her in steady English (obviously he presumed that as she was Chinese she couldn't speak Japanese).
"Your Jin aren't you?" She asked looking at the man who had called her, "Whats wrong your Grandfather kicked you out of your house? Or have you had another argument with your silly bimbo?"
Jin looked at the young girl and rolled his eyes; no wonder she was always hanging around with the Korean idiot – they had so much in common.
"Look, I'm in no mood to make small talk with you" He replied, reverting back to the dark and serious young man that most new him as. "I just wanted to give you this"
Ling look at the envelope that he was handing her with suspicion, wrinkling up her face she peered at in then at Jin.
"What is it?"
"Its an invitation" He said annoyance showing in his voice, and then noticing the confusion on Lings face, he added "its not for you though"
Ling was becoming quite aggravated, and snapped back at him "Well who is it for then?"
"Julia" he said, "make sure that she gets it won't you?" Jin said as he thrust the envelop in the direction of Ling.
Ling stood on the spot now completely bewildered with the situation- had he just said that it was for Julia? How did they know each other? Why hadn't Julia said anything to her? As Ling went through all these questions in her head she realised that Jin was now retreating at quite a fast pace down the road.
"Oi" She shouted (authors note: Oi = hey in Japanese) "wait a minute!" she shouted.
Jin was ignoring her calls though as he made his way towards a black convertible which was parked up in the nearby car park.
"You stupid Jerk!" She called, "what is this about?" So caught up in her anger she didn't notice that Hwoarang had just approached her.
Hwoarang looked at Ling, as she watched Jin make his way into his car.
"What did he want?" He asked her menacingly.
Exasperated Ling looked at him and merely replied that she hadn't got a fucking clue. But noticing Hwoarang looking at her a bit incredulously she added that she could understand why he didn't like him – he was a total weirdo! At this he smiled.
Jin got into his car, he had decided that he would spend the evening in a hotel – he wasn't really ready to face his Grandfathers wrath quite yet. He turned the car around so that he was facing the necessary direction, and drove down the road.
Ling and Hwoarang were making their way to the underground station nearby – after all it wasn't like they had a car.
They were interrupted mid-conversation by a load horn coming from one of the cars on the road; straight away they saw where it was coming from. And as Jin speed past in his car, dark glasses on and a smug smile on his face, Hwoarang stuck his middle finger up, Ling however just looked perplexed at the retreating car – what could the invitation possibly say? Julia was certainly in for a questioning that was for sure.
to be continued; please read and review!
Next chapter – the fancy dress "festivity"