Wonderful Day
By: Mako-chan
Mako_chan@tekken.cc


>>Honestly, I never thought I'd use a second file for this story. I thought anybody could finish this in one reading...turns out, I'm surprising me again. When this happens, don't worry. It's a good thing...or it's supposed to be, because it happened to all my Xiaoyin stories :P. Anyway, this is the chapter where everything takes off. In my past stories, Jin and Xiaoyu never fought, but in this one...you'll see a lot of bickering -- arguing, which is done in good taste, I assure you. Just smart quips and comebacks. No glasswares clanging and clashing in the mansion that would send the Mishima Zaibatsu into bankruptcy. Promise...by the way, this chapter is divided into three parts. =)


*Disclaimer: Jin Kazama, Ling Xiaoyu, and other Tekken characters you'll come across this fic are all owned by Namco. Mishima Polytechnic School belongs to the Mishimas (duh -_-) and is also owned by Namco. All others are just figments of my imagination. I'm not gaining profit from this...all done in the goodness and sappiness of my heart...*




CHAPTER TWO - Part One


Xiaoyu woke up to an incessant knocking on the door. She looked at her digital alarm clock and exhaled audibly. "It's a Saturday!" she shouted and went back to bed.

Still, the rapping continued. This time, much louder. "It's a Saturday! No school today!"

The more she shouted, the more the house servant seemed unusually annoying. Finally, Xiaoyu got on her feet, the right sleeve of her pajama hanging on her arm, exposing a bare shoulder, and a long raven hair framing her delicate face. It was slightly curled and mussed from the long night's sleep.

Xiaoyu began talking as she twisted the knob of the door. "It's a Saturday! Didn't you hear me?! No school today! I'm sure you understand my Japanese -- "

"And I'm also sure you had a great teacher, because you sound perfect. Good morning," beamed Jin at a surprised Xiaoyu, whose tiny hands were clamped to her cherry-lipped mouth.

Clad in silk pajamas with prints of cherry blossoms and at long last a glimpse of her long, luxurious hair, Jin couldn't help but feel a bit tingly inside (Yes folks, Jin's starting to welcome dirty thoughts. Hurray.) and lucky to have been the one to give her a wake up call. After all, if she was going to spend the day with him, she should start and end her day with him.

Xiaoyu took her breath sharply and looked down at her feet. There he was, standing tall before her, with a grin on his remarkable face, impeccably and handsomely dressed in a pair of khakis and white button-down shirt, as if he was going out...not only out, but out on a date...while there she was, so small before him and shrinking by the moment.

Why do I have such a bad sense of timing? Xiaoyu wailed inside her brain.

"I said good morning. I'd be apologetic for waking you up if you'd greet me back," joked Jin.

"Good morning," she snapped, trying to resurrect her pride. "What do you want?"

"I want you to get dressed."

Her graceful brows drew together and she held her chin up and away from him. "I'll dress up when I want to."

Jin took her chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting it to meet his eyes. "Either you get dressed or I'll tear your clothes off and dress you myself," he paused, noticing from the corner of his eye that one of his grandfather's maids was eavesdropping then continued, "or better yet, keep you naked as much as possible."

"What?!" Xiaoyu exclaimed, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Upon hearing Jin's statement, the maid sweeping the hallway immediately skittered towards the direction of the kitchen. Xiaoyu watched with mortification, Jin watched with enjoyment.

"You...you...How could you say that! You MEANIE! You knew she was listening! You did that on purpose!"

Turning to her, he quirked a brow and asked, "Shall I grant them the satisfaction of --"

"I'll get dressed," Xiaoyu interrupted and slammed the door in his face. "Fully dressed. Wrapped in cotton, denim and wool. You hear that?!" she yelled from inside her room. What game is he playing? she thought, utterly disturbed. All of a sudden, something caught her eye on top of the oak desk. It was a large rectangular box with a hyacinth placed on top. (Hyacinth, you wonder? It's the author's favorite flower!)

"One. Two. Three. I hope you saw the package on your desk. I want you to wear that today. And the hyacinth too. I hope you like it," Jin said loudly enough so that it could be heard on the other side.

"It's beautiful," Xiaoyu breathed as she held the hyacinth in her hand. She placed it in one of her tall vases and proceeded to open the box.

It was a summer dress. Layered and breezy, it had a silk chemise of blue on the inside and a transparent dress with prints of violets on the outside. Xiaoyu held it up by the shoulders, and almost went to the bathroom skipping.

Jin slowly slumped on his seat, fighting the urge to doze off while he waited for her. The guys weren't joking when they said girls take forever to fix themselves up, he sleepily thought. "I've been waiting for over an hour. I'm sure a little shut eye wouldn't..."

"So I was forcibly woken up, humiliated, and bossed around for nothing. My tyrant has even decided to sleep. How wonderful."

Jin almost sprang to his feet at the sound of Xiaoyu's voice. He opened his eyes instantly and saw her, a breath away from him. He [pleasantly] accidentally leaned forward in hopes of straightening up, but before he could do so, his lips brushed hers. Both of them froze, silent but with unwavering eyes.

"I think we should --," they said at the same time.

"Get going."




"Jin, where are we going?" Xiaoyu asked as she followed him.

He turned and stop to wait for her to be by his side. "Slowpoke!" He laughingly chided.

"Well, if I'm not careful, this just might slide off me when the first burst of wind comes along! And you haven't answered my question!" She tried to pestering Jin, but to no avail. Slowly she realized that they were headed for another side of the estate, instead of just walking straight and going out the front door, where a limousine or a Rolls Royce would be waiting in tow.

"I don't need to. Besides, if I told you, that'd take the fun away."

"Jin, are you going to drive?" Xiaoyu asked with hands on her hips. She looked at the collection of cars before her. Heihachi Mishima owned a virtual warehouse of cars, ranging from the vintage to the latest line. He had all of them - luxury, SUVs, sportscoup, everything.

He and Jin could go out everyday without having to ride the same car twice for a month if they wanted to! And to think they only use how many...five? Even less? What a waste, Xiaoyu thought.

"Why do they have to store it in the farthest place of the garage, anyway?" Jin mindlessly asked as he made his way to the other side. "I'd say they should place it outside instead!"

Then it hit her all of a sudden. He was going to drive...but it wasn't a car...He wasn't going to...Jin Kazama would not even dare think it! "Jin, with this on, don't you DARE make me ride one of your bikes!"

At once he stopped, a face and reaction of total innocence.

"Oh no, you don't! Not only are you a meanie, you're a pervert!" Xiaoyu yelled furiously, knowing very well of Jin's interest in motorcycles. He had a collection of his own -- the best of the European and Japanese can offer. Although, he wasn't a show-off, he didn't go about riding and picking up girls all over the city. Which, to her dismay, was contrary to what she'd just said. Me and my trap, she thought miserably.

With her remark, Jin merely tipped his head and chuckled. "By the end of the day, I wonder how many names you'd call me...ah, here it is at last."

He unlatched a small storage and pulled out a nicely kept bicycle. Seeing this, Xiaoyu blushed with embarrassment. She owned one back in China, and she was eager to ride again. But after putting Jin's patience to the test, it left her little to doubt if he suddenly decides to dump her unceremoniously in the middle of the street.

"Hey! Earth to Ling Xiaoyu!"

She snapped out of her thoughts as she saw Jin's big hand waving in front of her. All of her thinking and self-incrimination had taken that long that he had made his way back with the bicycle.

"Sit here."

Xiaoyu tucked her skirts under and sat between Jin's legs and extended arms...It was nice.

"Here we go!" Jin started to pedal and off they went.

"Where are we going and what are we going to do?" Xiaoyu asked from below Jin.

"We're going to spend the whole day outside the estate. Even though it's big, don't you feel like going beyond it? I'm sure you do. It's just that you don't have enough things to do. What's an hour compared to a day? On the question of where we're headed, I thought I already answered that. In case you're thinking of a place, you're not quite right on that. Not a place, Xiao, but places. I just hope I don't wear you out. The only time I can wear you out is --"

"Is what?" Xiaoyu demanded, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Damn."

After a few seconds of silence, they laughed. As they rode, Jin and Xiaoyu exchanged stories about their childhood. Xiaoyu learned more about Yakushima, while Jin learned more about Guangzhou. To both their amazement, they discovered that they knew Wang Jinrey separately. Jin was greatly surprised to know that not only was Uncle Jinrey a distant relative of the Lings, but moreso, Xiaoyu's mentor. No wonder his grandfather decided to take her under his wing.

He pressed on the brakes and they pulled to a sudden stop. Jin and Xiaoyu looked up at a three-storey building in the middle of a busy Tokyo district.

"Our first destination," Jin declared as he helped her get up from the bike.

"Is that some kind of greenhouse?" she asked curiously.

"I guess you could say that for now," he replied as he parked the bicycle on a corner. "Wait 'til we go up," Jin said as he led Xiaoyu inside the building.

"Wow, a butterfly farm!...They're so pretty."

"I knew you'd like it," he said with a smile, coming up behind her. "This is one of Grandfather's projects. At least he's funding it. The doctor that maintains this works for the corporation. Dr. Kanzaki's a very nice man. I gave him a call just this morning and he was more than happy to make the place available."

"Wait a minute," Xiaoyu said while a butterfly landed on her finger. "You mean you...just this morning?"

Jin nodded mindlessly, not realizing the gravity of his words and actions.

"Thank you. This is so sweet of you. Jin, you didn't have to go through all this trouble --"

He hushed Xiaoyu by interrupting. "Yes, I did and I had to. It's nothing short of what you deserve. This is just the first stop --," Jin went voiceless as he watched her wrap her little arms around him.

"I'm sorry," Xiaoyu whispered into his ear. "It's just that I don't know how to thank you." She looked up at him with her hands still entangled behind his neck. They were surrounded by beautiful flowers and exquisite butterflies...how could anything be so perfect?

Slowly, Jin raised his arms to rest his hands on her petite frame. Once settled, he looked intensely into her almond eyes and leaned down to give her a kiss...Xiaoyu was more than willing to accept the invitation, and tipped her toes...

"Good morning kids!"

The butterflies flew away and as fast as they did, so did the young couple when they separated. Xiaoyu pretended to examine a butterfly on top of a leaf, while Jin stared out to the sky, only there were green screens before it.

"I was so close," he muttered.

"Ah, Jin! It's so nice to see you again, son. You haven't been visiting lately. I was delighted to hear from you earlier," Dr. Kanzaki said. He was about the age of seventy, short, stout with thinning white hair. But because of his jolly face, nobody could possibly hate him, let alone mutter a curse against him.

"It's nice to see you too, Dr. Kanzaki. The farm's looking good. I saw some new species."

"Well, your grandfather has been very generous...my," the old man paused and noticed Xiaoyu, "Is she the one you're talking of bringing here? Very young and pretty if I do say so. She's like a flower. The butterflies seem to be extra fond of her, besides you."

"Xiaoyu, I'd like you to meet Dr. Kanzaki. He's in charge of this butterfly farm. Dr. Kanzaki, I'd like to introduce to you my friend. Ling Xiaoyu."

"Nice to meet you, Sir," said a shocked Xiaoyu as quickly and as soundly as possible. Jin called me his friend! she said happily to herself, unable to hide a smile.

"A pleasure. You like them a lot, don't you Xiaoyu?"

"Very much."

"Young Jin likes going here too. Though this is the first time he brought someone with him along...and a beautiful lady at that." Seeing Jin's expression, Dr. Kanzaki chuckled.

"Well," Jin began as he glanced at his wrist watch, "we'd best be on our way also. I'm deeply grateful for accomodating us on such a short notice. Don't worry, I'll tell Grandfather of how the farm's doing."

"If you want to come back, just feel free to do so. Well, I'll go back inside now. Give my regards to Mishima-sama."

"Will do, Doc. We'll be seeing you!" Jin replied.

"I had a great time in with your butterflies, Dr. Kanzaki. Thank you very much." Xiaoyu bowed.

Dr. Kanzaki smiled and waved a hand of dismissal. "Oh, that's nothing. All in a day's work. I'll see the both of you again!"