It's Just a High School Crush - Chapter 1: Trig Homework and an Old Friend
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A/N: Hello, out there! This is my very first Tekken fic, so please be nice. I don't really know anything about any of the characters, either, so forgive me if some information is wrong. This fic basically revolves around Jin Kazama, Xiaoyu Ling, and Julia Chang. Hwoarang is in it too, but if he's your favorite character, I suggest you not read this since there will be Hwoarang bashing. I haven't decided whether to make this a Jin/Xiaoyu or Jin/Julia, so please review and tell me which pairing you want. I also am writing this completely off the top of my head, so it won't have a deep plot or anything like that. This takes place at "Mishima High School," where Jin, Xiaoyu, Julia, and Hwoarang are Seniors (twelfth grade). Hwoarang is arrogant and self-absorbed, while Jin is quiet and sort of shy. Jin's known Xiaoyu since fourth grade, and in this chapter he meets up with an old friend (Julia). I hope that this fic will be successful, and there is some swearing, but it's kind of censored. I don't intend for a lemon in the future, but maybe I'll write a separate J/X or J/J lemon that is not related to this story whatsoever.
Anyways, enough of my rambling, I'll let you read the story. Please read and review, and if I get enough reviews for the first chapter, I'll most definitely continue. I ask that you put a limit to yourself and not flame. Thanks!
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It's Just a High School Crush
Chapter 1: "Trig Homework and an Old Friend"
By Mirai Prince
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Jin Kazama smirked as walked toward his bus.
"Jin! Jin, come back here!" came a female voice behind him. He could hear her shoes hitting the pavement as she ran toward him.
Casually, Jin continued striding toward the yellow school bus, pretending not to hear the Chinese girl's pleas.
"Jin Kazama! I know you can hear me! And I know that you have my Trigonometry homework!"
Ouch. She had hit a home run with that remark. Stopping, Jin turned around. Looking at her through his long, sharp bangs, a smile played against his lips. "What Trigonometry homework?" He smiled at her.
The girl finally caught up to him, out of breath and breathing heavily. "Jin!... My homework for today..." She peered at him curiously.
"No... I don't know what you're talking about."
"I know you have my homework for Kusaya's Trigonometry class," she hissed. "I'm not that stupid."
"Then how come you just found out now?" He winked. They both had Mr. Kusaya for Trigonometry second hour at Mishima High School. Both were Seniors, and both took the bus home. Why? Who knows... (I obviously don't...)
"Jin!" Her impatient childish voice rang loud in his ears, and several kids turned around and looked at her. "Jin..." she said a little more quietly. "Give me back my homework!"
"Okay. When I'm finished with it." He turned toward the bus again.
"Jin! I'm not kidding around!"
"Alright, alright. No need to be so mean about it..." He dug around in his right pants pocket until he triumphantly found it. He placed the crumpled up wad of paper gingerly in Xiaoyu Ling's hand. "There ya go."
Xiaoyu stared at it. "What did you do to it?" she gasped.
Jin shrugged. "I just folded it a bit," he said to her as he stepped onto the bus. Choosing a seat, he pulled down the window to see Xiaoyu still standing there.
As the bus's engine roared to life and started moving, Xiaoyu opened up the crumpled up piece of paper and looked at it. Her reaction on her face was priceless as Jin smiled and chuckled. Angrily, she ran after the bus, shouting at Jin the whole time.
"Jin Kazama! This isn't my homework! This is... your research paper in English which you got a B on! Give me back my homework! I know where you live!"
Sticking his head out the window, he replied, "Then come on over and I'll give it to you!"
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"Could I sit here?"
Jin looked away from the window and turned to the voice. "Yeah, sure," he mumbled. He scooted over, giving the girl some room. She sat down next to him.
"Thanks."
Jin ran a hand through his hair as he looked critically at the girl. "Are you new here?" he asked cautiously.
The girl nodded. "Kind of. I wasn't here last year, but I was here my Freshman and Sophomore years."
Jin narrowed his eyes. "Ninth grade. Mrs. Huang. Geometry. Third seat in the second row."
The girl looked at him with her deep brown eyes. "Fourth seat in the second row."
"I knew it! Julia... Chang, right?"
"Right." She looked at him. "Um... Jin... K-Ka... Kazama?"
"Bingo. You're really Julia Chang?"
Julia flattened her skirt with her hands. "Mm-hmm."
"Yes, well... Nice to have met you... again."
"Yeah."
It was an old topic, and the conversation was now dead. Jin sighed. Julia Chang... Since when was she ever this beautiful? He had never noticed it before, and he sure noticed it now. Her face was mostly the same, and he remembered the small, skinny girl who was obsessed with her tribe and saving the environment and the trees. Her hair was done in braids before, and she always wore some feathers in her hair. The same was true to this day, but somehow... it was more appealing. Her short jean miniskirt drew his attention of course, but her small top completed her look. He couldn't deny it. She was very, very attractive.
Julia looked through the other kids on the bus. But she couldn't stay focused on anything... except for Jin Kazama. The proud young skinny boy in ninth grade was nothing in comparison to this still-proud well-built... gorgeous young man. His hair was the same as always-- naturally spiky in the back, with long dark bangs hanging in his face. Then it had seemed ridiculous. Now it seemed... dangerous and mysterious-- like he was hiding something, maybe a secret. It was obvious he had been working out-- but for what? Maybe to improve his self-esteem and increase his ego size. That sounded more like the Jin Kazama she knew. But two years ago he was a dork, a nothing. Maybe he still was. But the point was... he was definitely good-looking-- a factor Julia could not ignore.
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Jin closed the door behind him, hanging his black jacket on the armchair. He lazily stumbled over to the answering machine and pressed the "Play Messages" button.
Beep! "Two new messages," it said.
Beep! "Jin... I know you have my Trig homework. I'll be there at... oh, say six-ish to pick it up. You better be there, and you better give me my homework... or else you'll be in deeper trouble than you were before, Mr. Kazama." That was obviously a pissed-off Xiaoyu, again asking for her homework.
Beep! "Hi, Jin!" came a high girl's voice. "This is Jennifer Sasaki... from school and I was wondering if--" Jin immediately pressed the "Delete" button. Girls like her were always calling him. He was starting to suspect that they had a fan club in which they all shared his phone number, address, e-mail address, and Instant Messenger Screen name. It was pretty creepy, he thought, but as long as they didn't harass him too much, it didn't really bother him.
He glanced at the clock on his wall. 2:52 PM. What could he do? Homework? Nah...
He turned on the TV with the remote. "Let's see what's on..." he mumbled. He flipped through the channels quickly. General Hospital (yay!)... Divorce Court... Sesame Street... Damn. He really needed to get cable or a satellite dish.
***
Xiaoyu flopped on the bed. School was most definitely boring and tiring. After she had called Jin, she had nothing else to do, really. Homework was out of the question.
The only thing she couldn't stop thinking about was Jin. She'd known him a while, ever since... maybe around fourth or fifth grade or so. He'd been an annoying little monkey then. Now... maybe she felt something toward him. He was the same old Jin Kazama on the inside, but on the outside... he had... well... To be honest, he had somehow become charming, likable... To put it plain and simple: gorgeous.
Now, these were not things Xiaoyu Ling was supposed to be thinking about. She knew Jin thought of her as a little sister, but it couldn't hurt to think about him. Of course she'd tried to flirt with him, but it would never work. Some days she thought he had flirted with her, but she could have been dreaming. Jin Kazama wouldn't be caught dead flirting. He wasn't that type of guy.
Unlike Hwoarang. The Korean had his own way of flirting... even though no one paid attention. He was beautiful... and he knew it, too. That was a turn-off for Xiaoyu and many other girls. Jin may know that he's gorgeous, but he'd never say it. He's too modest to. But Hwoarang... He'd tell of all the world if it was possible. It was bad enough he'd have to mention it every day to every girl.
Take today for example. Xiaoyu had asked him what the homework was in Macroeconomics class, and Hwoarang laughed (very loudly, I might add) and slapped his knee.
"Ha!... Thanks, Xiaoyu, but you really don't need to tell me how good-looking I am," he had said as he ran a hand through his copper hair. "I don't think everyone knows... but let's just keep that our little secret." He had winked at her, and Xiaoyu had rolled her eyes. Hwoarang could be the most arrogant person alive. But it was a good thing that everyone knew it. Otherwise, they might listen to the Korean piece of s__t.
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"Come on, Julia!" she said to herself. "Stop thinking about Kazama!" Looking down at her math homework, she found she had written Jin's name all over it. "Great," she muttered. "Look at what he's doing to me... But how he does it is the question..."
It was true she hadn't thought much of guys before. But this Jin Kazama... was different somehow. Although he hadn't said much to her, that time on the bus had made her dizzy and made her heart pound.
Of course, in ninth grade, she hadn't paid much attention to the demonic boy who gave her the creeps. Back then, she had had a crush on... what was his name? Hwoarang? Maybe that was his name. She had seen him around the building before that day. Boy, was he different. No longer was he the quiet, shy copper-haired boy; he was now a proud know-it-all son of a b___h. He was in no way attractive at all, and it seemed as if he and Kazama had switch places. Odd, wasn't it...
But she should stop thinking about boys, and she should start thinking about school... college... where she was to go, not who she was to marry. Although there had been a particular boy who had caught her eye some time ago, and they had even gone out for a while. John Williams. Your typical nice American guy-- you know, the kind that would shake your mother and father's hand if it were at all possible. But John was part of the past now, and she had started her life over-- in Japan-- for the sake of her education.
***
Hwoarang blinked again at his answering message. Not one message. He frowned. How was it that no one called him, when everyone knew he was available?
He grumpily jumped on the couch, laying down on it and folding his hands behind his head. Life was just not fair. He knew for a fact that there was a Jin Kazama Fan Club-- "Jin, Jin, he's our man! If he can't do it, no one can!"-- and it bothered him. There was no We Love Hwoarang Fan Club, was there?
"Rah, rah, rah," he mumbled sarcastically. What did Jin Kazama, his archenemy and rival, have that he didn't? Kazama didn't even try to look fabulous or anything. Which really bothered him. Here he was, trying his best to understand girls, when suddenly Kazama becomes the ideal boyfriend.
"It's just not possible!" he said out loud. In frustration, he threw a pillow across the room. "Yeah... that solved all my problems... Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Hwoarang," he told himself. "We-- you and I-- are going to work to together to become the perfect guy alive!" He arose with newfound hope and pride, standing on the couch with one foot on the coffee table. "I am going to put an end to this crazy era of Jin Kazama! Then-- and only then-- will the world see how truly beautiful I am! Ha ha ha! Thus will begin the era of... Hwoarang!" (o.O;)
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A/N: First chapter done! I don't really know where this is heading, so if you have any ideas or suggestions, feel free to tell me in your review. I do hope I'll get an adequate amount of reviews for this chapter, and I'd appreciate if you would review. Thanks!
A/N: Hello, out there! This is my very first Tekken fic, so please be nice. I don't really know anything about any of the characters, either, so forgive me if some information is wrong. This fic basically revolves around Jin Kazama, Xiaoyu Ling, and Julia Chang. Hwoarang is in it too, but if he's your favorite character, I suggest you not read this since there will be Hwoarang bashing. I haven't decided whether to make this a Jin/Xiaoyu or Jin/Julia, so please review and tell me which pairing you want. I also am writing this completely off the top of my head, so it won't have a deep plot or anything like that. This takes place at "Mishima High School," where Jin, Xiaoyu, Julia, and Hwoarang are Seniors (twelfth grade). Hwoarang is arrogant and self-absorbed, while Jin is quiet and sort of shy. Jin's known Xiaoyu since fourth grade, and in this chapter he meets up with an old friend (Julia). I hope that this fic will be successful, and there is some swearing, but it's kind of censored. I don't intend for a lemon in the future, but maybe I'll write a separate J/X or J/J lemon that is not related to this story whatsoever.
Anyways, enough of my rambling, I'll let you read the story. Please read and review, and if I get enough reviews for the first chapter, I'll most definitely continue. I ask that you put a limit to yourself and not flame. Thanks!
It's Just a High School Crush
Chapter 1: "Trig Homework and an Old Friend"
By Mirai Prince
***
Jin Kazama smirked as walked toward his bus.
"Jin! Jin, come back here!" came a female voice behind him. He could hear her shoes hitting the pavement as she ran toward him.
Casually, Jin continued striding toward the yellow school bus, pretending not to hear the Chinese girl's pleas.
"Jin Kazama! I know you can hear me! And I know that you have my Trigonometry homework!"
Ouch. She had hit a home run with that remark. Stopping, Jin turned around. Looking at her through his long, sharp bangs, a smile played against his lips. "What Trigonometry homework?" He smiled at her.
The girl finally caught up to him, out of breath and breathing heavily. "Jin!... My homework for today..." She peered at him curiously.
"No... I don't know what you're talking about."
"I know you have my homework for Kusaya's Trigonometry class," she hissed. "I'm not that stupid."
"Then how come you just found out now?" He winked. They both had Mr. Kusaya for Trigonometry second hour at Mishima High School. Both were Seniors, and both took the bus home. Why? Who knows... (I obviously don't...)
"Jin!" Her impatient childish voice rang loud in his ears, and several kids turned around and looked at her. "Jin..." she said a little more quietly. "Give me back my homework!"
"Okay. When I'm finished with it." He turned toward the bus again.
"Jin! I'm not kidding around!"
"Alright, alright. No need to be so mean about it..." He dug around in his right pants pocket until he triumphantly found it. He placed the crumpled up wad of paper gingerly in Xiaoyu Ling's hand. "There ya go."
Xiaoyu stared at it. "What did you do to it?" she gasped.
Jin shrugged. "I just folded it a bit," he said to her as he stepped onto the bus. Choosing a seat, he pulled down the window to see Xiaoyu still standing there.
As the bus's engine roared to life and started moving, Xiaoyu opened up the crumpled up piece of paper and looked at it. Her reaction on her face was priceless as Jin smiled and chuckled. Angrily, she ran after the bus, shouting at Jin the whole time.
"Jin Kazama! This isn't my homework! This is... your research paper in English which you got a B on! Give me back my homework! I know where you live!"
Sticking his head out the window, he replied, "Then come on over and I'll give it to you!"
"Could I sit here?"
Jin looked away from the window and turned to the voice. "Yeah, sure," he mumbled. He scooted over, giving the girl some room. She sat down next to him.
"Thanks."
Jin ran a hand through his hair as he looked critically at the girl. "Are you new here?" he asked cautiously.
The girl nodded. "Kind of. I wasn't here last year, but I was here my Freshman and Sophomore years."
Jin narrowed his eyes. "Ninth grade. Mrs. Huang. Geometry. Third seat in the second row."
The girl looked at him with her deep brown eyes. "Fourth seat in the second row."
"I knew it! Julia... Chang, right?"
"Right." She looked at him. "Um... Jin... K-Ka... Kazama?"
"Bingo. You're really Julia Chang?"
Julia flattened her skirt with her hands. "Mm-hmm."
"Yes, well... Nice to have met you... again."
"Yeah."
It was an old topic, and the conversation was now dead. Jin sighed. Julia Chang... Since when was she ever this beautiful? He had never noticed it before, and he sure noticed it now. Her face was mostly the same, and he remembered the small, skinny girl who was obsessed with her tribe and saving the environment and the trees. Her hair was done in braids before, and she always wore some feathers in her hair. The same was true to this day, but somehow... it was more appealing. Her short jean miniskirt drew his attention of course, but her small top completed her look. He couldn't deny it. She was very, very attractive.
Julia looked through the other kids on the bus. But she couldn't stay focused on anything... except for Jin Kazama. The proud young skinny boy in ninth grade was nothing in comparison to this still-proud well-built... gorgeous young man. His hair was the same as always-- naturally spiky in the back, with long dark bangs hanging in his face. Then it had seemed ridiculous. Now it seemed... dangerous and mysterious-- like he was hiding something, maybe a secret. It was obvious he had been working out-- but for what? Maybe to improve his self-esteem and increase his ego size. That sounded more like the Jin Kazama she knew. But two years ago he was a dork, a nothing. Maybe he still was. But the point was... he was definitely good-looking-- a factor Julia could not ignore.
Jin closed the door behind him, hanging his black jacket on the armchair. He lazily stumbled over to the answering machine and pressed the "Play Messages" button.
Beep! "Two new messages," it said.
Beep! "Jin... I know you have my Trig homework. I'll be there at... oh, say six-ish to pick it up. You better be there, and you better give me my homework... or else you'll be in deeper trouble than you were before, Mr. Kazama." That was obviously a pissed-off Xiaoyu, again asking for her homework.
Beep! "Hi, Jin!" came a high girl's voice. "This is Jennifer Sasaki... from school and I was wondering if--" Jin immediately pressed the "Delete" button. Girls like her were always calling him. He was starting to suspect that they had a fan club in which they all shared his phone number, address, e-mail address, and Instant Messenger Screen name. It was pretty creepy, he thought, but as long as they didn't harass him too much, it didn't really bother him.
He glanced at the clock on his wall. 2:52 PM. What could he do? Homework? Nah...
He turned on the TV with the remote. "Let's see what's on..." he mumbled. He flipped through the channels quickly. General Hospital (yay!)... Divorce Court... Sesame Street... Damn. He really needed to get cable or a satellite dish.
Xiaoyu flopped on the bed. School was most definitely boring and tiring. After she had called Jin, she had nothing else to do, really. Homework was out of the question.
The only thing she couldn't stop thinking about was Jin. She'd known him a while, ever since... maybe around fourth or fifth grade or so. He'd been an annoying little monkey then. Now... maybe she felt something toward him. He was the same old Jin Kazama on the inside, but on the outside... he had... well... To be honest, he had somehow become charming, likable... To put it plain and simple: gorgeous.
Now, these were not things Xiaoyu Ling was supposed to be thinking about. She knew Jin thought of her as a little sister, but it couldn't hurt to think about him. Of course she'd tried to flirt with him, but it would never work. Some days she thought he had flirted with her, but she could have been dreaming. Jin Kazama wouldn't be caught dead flirting. He wasn't that type of guy.
Unlike Hwoarang. The Korean had his own way of flirting... even though no one paid attention. He was beautiful... and he knew it, too. That was a turn-off for Xiaoyu and many other girls. Jin may know that he's gorgeous, but he'd never say it. He's too modest to. But Hwoarang... He'd tell of all the world if it was possible. It was bad enough he'd have to mention it every day to every girl.
Take today for example. Xiaoyu had asked him what the homework was in Macroeconomics class, and Hwoarang laughed (very loudly, I might add) and slapped his knee.
"Ha!... Thanks, Xiaoyu, but you really don't need to tell me how good-looking I am," he had said as he ran a hand through his copper hair. "I don't think everyone knows... but let's just keep that our little secret." He had winked at her, and Xiaoyu had rolled her eyes. Hwoarang could be the most arrogant person alive. But it was a good thing that everyone knew it. Otherwise, they might listen to the Korean piece of s__t.
"Come on, Julia!" she said to herself. "Stop thinking about Kazama!" Looking down at her math homework, she found she had written Jin's name all over it. "Great," she muttered. "Look at what he's doing to me... But how he does it is the question..."
It was true she hadn't thought much of guys before. But this Jin Kazama... was different somehow. Although he hadn't said much to her, that time on the bus had made her dizzy and made her heart pound.
Of course, in ninth grade, she hadn't paid much attention to the demonic boy who gave her the creeps. Back then, she had had a crush on... what was his name? Hwoarang? Maybe that was his name. She had seen him around the building before that day. Boy, was he different. No longer was he the quiet, shy copper-haired boy; he was now a proud know-it-all son of a b___h. He was in no way attractive at all, and it seemed as if he and Kazama had switch places. Odd, wasn't it...
But she should stop thinking about boys, and she should start thinking about school... college... where she was to go, not who she was to marry. Although there had been a particular boy who had caught her eye some time ago, and they had even gone out for a while. John Williams. Your typical nice American guy-- you know, the kind that would shake your mother and father's hand if it were at all possible. But John was part of the past now, and she had started her life over-- in Japan-- for the sake of her education.
Hwoarang blinked again at his answering message. Not one message. He frowned. How was it that no one called him, when everyone knew he was available?
He grumpily jumped on the couch, laying down on it and folding his hands behind his head. Life was just not fair. He knew for a fact that there was a Jin Kazama Fan Club-- "Jin, Jin, he's our man! If he can't do it, no one can!"-- and it bothered him. There was no We Love Hwoarang Fan Club, was there?
"Rah, rah, rah," he mumbled sarcastically. What did Jin Kazama, his archenemy and rival, have that he didn't? Kazama didn't even try to look fabulous or anything. Which really bothered him. Here he was, trying his best to understand girls, when suddenly Kazama becomes the ideal boyfriend.
"It's just not possible!" he said out loud. In frustration, he threw a pillow across the room. "Yeah... that solved all my problems... Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Hwoarang," he told himself. "We-- you and I-- are going to work to together to become the perfect guy alive!" He arose with newfound hope and pride, standing on the couch with one foot on the coffee table. "I am going to put an end to this crazy era of Jin Kazama! Then-- and only then-- will the world see how truly beautiful I am! Ha ha ha! Thus will begin the era of... Hwoarang!" (o.O;)
A/N: First chapter done! I don't really know where this is heading, so if you have any ideas or suggestions, feel free to tell me in your review. I do hope I'll get an adequate amount of reviews for this chapter, and I'd appreciate if you would review. Thanks!