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


Thank you for reading this little but by far the longest (and most erratically formatted) of my stories. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you've had a bad day, I hope this brightened you up, even a little. But if you're having a great day, I hope this added up to your euphoria. Although totally ironic, with me writing the epilogue while having a not so good day and all...Bah, put a sock in it. Anyhow, this is where the story is at its waffiest and sappiest. What was I thinking when I wrote this???

*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. I'm not gaining profit from this...*

EPILOGUE

"I see you've been wearing it. It fits you perfectly," Jin said, taking Xiaoyu's little hand.

She nodded, then drew her hand from his slowly away. "It's really pretty," she told him shyly.

School was already over, and the students of the Mishima Polytechnic School seemed to be pouring out endlessly into the fields, if not to the streets. Amidst this, Jin Kazama and Ling Xiaoyu seemed to be in a world of their own. They walked as if they were under the light of the moon -- as if nobody would come crashing into them any minute, as if no soccer ball would come flying sure and true into one of their faces.

"I'm psyched about the grade we got for our paper."

"Same here."

"I think we should celebrate."

"Celebrate?" Xiaoyu asked, raising her brows. "You're used to getting excellent marks. Why start celebrating now?"

"Because I couldn't have done it without you!" he jovially exclaimed snatching her into his arms.

"Jin, we're in the middle of the courtyard! Lots of people here!" she reprimanded Jin, but couldn't stop herself from giggling and turning into crimson. Xiaoyu enjoyed his affections and basked in the feeling of being held. Then, she just had to spill something. "Jin," she began staring at his chest and resting her delicate hand, "you don't have to give me this ring. This is so expensive. I've heard the girls wanting to get one of these but they said this can eat up an entire year's allowance. You don't need to shower me with gifts and show me the whole of Japan -- half of it we could have to ourselves even!"

He couldn't help but grin and hold her tighter. Xiaoyu was so sweet, innocent and unaffected. While other girls would loved being lavished upon with gifts, they didn't matter to her. "Had we been a couple of years older," Jin whispered close to Xiaoyu's ear, "I'd have laid everything on your feet."

"Had we been older, my words would still be the same. It's not the things before me that I'd need and look for," then she paused (for effect! ;P), "it's the person who laid all of them for me."

"Say more of that and I'm going to make the world -- okay, smaller -- Japan bow down before you before we reach our twenties," he joked, then took her hand.

Xiaoyu's eyes widened and she gave a gasp -- he wore a ring that matched hers! "Jin!"

"Of course."

"But what am I...what are you...what are WE supposed to say when someone asks?"

"Asks if we're married or something?"

"You could say that."

"I'd say," putting his arm around her and exiting the school gate, "yes."

"Jin!" Xiaoyu just had to poke him in the ribs.

"Oww, that hurt! How could I say 'no'? After all, we live in the same roof."

"Very funny."

"Okay, enough. I'll stop. Let's head for home...but there's one thing more I'd like to tell you."

"What is it?" she asked, beaming with a smile.

The couple stopped momentarily, then Jin said something to Xiaoyu's ear. Shortly after, she threw her arms around him and told him the same thing.

Yay! Done at last! Erm, I hope you liked it. Thank you also for putting up with my grammatical lapses. I guess I was just too happy to upload it that I didn't proofread it. And sorry, I just couldn't help doing the hang-the-ending thing again! It kinda excites me :P. Anyway, it's not hard to guess what words they exchanged. Hint: "Will you marry me?" is out of the question. But now that I mentioned it...should I dig deep into the recesses of my brain and make a story out of it? Hmmm...we'll see. ;P