Tekken Tag

By: Lady Lowe

Disclaimer: Read Prologue.

AN: This is PG. Jin/Xiaoyu/Hwoarang

Tekken Tag

Ling Xiaoyu and Jin Kazama

By: Lady Lowe

"Ahhh…" Xiaoyu stretched against the sheets that lay under her. First, she stiffened, not remembering where she was. When she heard coffee boiling and a certain tattoo appear from the door, she smiled. Going into the shower, and coming back out after finishing, she walked to the bathroom.

"Morning," the lump in the kitchen said.

Xiaoyu jumped and realized the lump was Jin; bent over in work – woops, make that breakfast. "Good morning!" She smirked behind his back, "And what brings the urge to make breakfast for us?"

"I didn't feel like washing the dishes later," he replied sheepishly.

Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes suspiciously and fell down, anime-style. The dishes were piled so high; Xiaoyu seemed to need a stool to be able to reach the top. Jin brushed his hand through his hair after cleaning his hands, and grinned, embarrassed.

"So maybe I forgot how to cook..."

Xiaoyu got up and stalked over to his place, their noses almost touching, their heat emanating from each other's skin. She smiled sweetly and laughed inwardly at his nervousness. With a husky voice and half-lidded eyes, she replied, "Next time use paper plates."

* * *

As Xiaoyu was preparing the long belated breakfast (served on paper plates, of course), a knock was on the door. "Jin, can you get that?"

Jin nodded, his mouth full with pancakes that he stole behind Xiaoyu's back. He gulped down and answered with a swift, "Yeah."

A couple of bangs and oomphs later, Xiaoyu ran to the door, not surprised to see Jin to have beaten up the Tekkenshu force. She sighed and looked at the paper Jin had clutched in his hand. "Lemme guess…they were sending a message and you didn't know that and started beating them up and when they were down and unconscious, you grabbed the message from them."

"You're really good at that," came the reply.

"I know. What does it say?" Xiaoyu walked over to him and peered over his shoulder. Jin held it in his hand and was completely self-conscious to the fact that the little Chinese girl he couldn't stop thinking about was standing oh-that-close to him…

"Are we going to leave them there, or are we going to revive them and then kick them out?" She stood with her hands on her hips, and Jin wondered if he should go into the career of photography. And, of course, her as his "study."

Jin continued to stare at her, and she rolled her eyes and rolled the little black people out the door. As she was grunting, Jin continued to stare and idolize her. She huffed and muttered, "Thanks for your help…"

She grabbed the letter from his hand and read:

Jin Kazama and Ling Xiaoyu

Your first battle will be against:

King and Ganryu Runway

at 7:00 pm tonight.

Good luck.

The coordinator of Mishima Zaibatsu,

Heihachi Mishima

She crumpled the letter and threw it at Jin. "Come on, boy, we need to practice. I can't believe that they can give it to us that late..."

~~~

7:00 PM

"Fight one!" The voice boomed from the loudspeaker. Excitement hummed throughout the place, the seats orderly assigned. Xiaoyu and Jin had just seconds to look at the crowd in amazement, them remembering their past battles before their opponents sprang to attack.

Xiaoyu was there first up against Ganryu, her speed surely to win against his bulk. They bowed to each other, or well, rather, Xiaoyu bowed, and Ganryu rather stomped his right foot while in a squatting position. He wore his blue mawashi, and Xiaoyu almost covered her eyes from the sight.

She bent down low in the Art of Phoenix form and quickly rolled over and grabbed Ganryu. As she performed her throw, Ganryu rolled out and King came out. King charged at her, and she sidestepped but as she was behind him, he kicked her into the air.

Xiaoyu jumped back up, wiping the blood away from her mouth. Embellishing quick moves, she executed Fire Dancer, and as King was in the air, Jin called out.

"Tag! Tag out, Xiaoyu!" he screamed as she ran out to him, to the sidelines.

"Good luck," she whispered as she passed him.

King got back up, and Jin launched into a roundhouse-to-triple-spin-kick to the surprised King. He blocked the first two moves but went down on the second two. King stared at Jin when he was down.

"Just like Kazuya…"

Jin's blood ran cold, and as King got back up, Jin performed his Lightening Screw Uppercut. Blue and white energy sparkled from his fists and just as he was about ready to take the replacement of King (who was Ganryu of course), two petite strong hands pushed him back.

"Tagging out! I wanna get a piece of this fatty!" Xiaoyu's eyes shone, and she pushed him out of the ring.

Jin staggered out of the ring, his hands brushing at the bangs from his face. The tattoo on his arm seemed to be moving, and Jin focused on concentrating on Xiaoyu. She seemed to be having much fun with the fighter in the ring, and she seemed to preparing an attack that they had practiced before. First, she went into the So-Shoe-Me tag...

"Now, Jin!" She ran out, and Jin finished the tag before Ganryu could switch with the still battered King.

Jin slammed his head against Ganryu's and knocked him out.

"KO! The victory of the Battle against Jin Kazama and Ling Xiaoyu versus King and Ganryu Runway has been declared fair and square to Jin Kazama and Ling Xiaoyu! KO!" The voice boomed again.

Xiaoyu jumped up and down, squealing, while Jin stood there, reveling in the applause and shouts from the audience.

"Whoo, Xiaoyu!"

"Go little girl!"

"Hey, there pretty boy! Nice moves!"

Flowers and other ornaments were thrown at them, and as they knelt to collect them, the voice on the loudspeaker spoke again.

"Thank you for coming, ladies and gentlemen! However, the fight is finished and all must leave now! Thank you, and come to the next match! The fighters will be mentioned…" The voice diminished, and all that was left was Xiaoyu and Jin in the center of the stadium.

"That was just awesome! Perfect way of ending, wasn't it, Jin?" Xiaoyu walked over to him, her arms stuffed with teddy bears and dolls of the sort. She grinned at his sullen face, and asked if he could carry some more toys for her. He agreed and groaned inwardly at the mountain that laid before him.

She laughed at his despaired look, and replied, "I'll teach you how to cook tomorrow morning, then."

~~~

As Ling Xiaoyu was setting her teddy bears and dolls in an assorted pattern, a knock was at the door (again, Jin answered the door).

"YOU!"

Xiaoyu sighed and ran to the door before anyone was to get hurt. As she ran up behind Jin, she saw that a flaming redhead was staring daggers at Jin, likewise. She shook her head and squeezed past Jin's body.

"Hello, Hwoarang. What brings you here to the champions against King and Ganryu?" She smiled, and as Hwoarang ripped his eyes away from Jin, he smiled back at her.

"Well, I was just wondering if I could tempt the female victor to a walk outside to the beautiful scenery around here." Hwoarang grinned as Xiaoyu pretended to think about it.

"Hmm… I'll be right back, if you don't mind, then…" came the reply. She grabbed Jin's arm and pulled him away from the door. "You don't mind if I go for a walk with him, do you?" She touched the tattoo on his arm and shivered with the power that was coursing through it.

As he shook his head, she smiled. "Thank the gods that you're not one of those jealous guys that doesn't want their partner to go around." She grabbed her denim jacket and walked out the door, yelling, "I guess I'll teach you how to cook tomorrow morning then!"

"Yeah. Sure. Tomorrow morning then." Jin slumped into a kitchen chair and poured himself a glass of soda. He took a swig at it and stood up. Looking at the window, he saw how Hwoarang was smooth-talking with Xiaoyu, and how she was laughing at his words, at how they looked so good together, at how –

ARGH!!

Finishing his drink, he threw the glass at the window, at Hwoarang's retreating back.

Sorry, Xiayu, but I think I am one of those jealous guys…