I'm back! ^.^ Thanks a bunch for all the great reviews, it's nice to be appreciated for the genius I am, lol.

Makaveli: I hope you're enjoying this as much as I enjoyed your fic!

Serini the WaveTrapmaster: I'm sure Jin and Hwoarang. . . well maybe not Hwoarang. . . but I'm sure Jin is very appreciative of his new weapon, I'll try to include it in the fic at some point.

Kawaii Ed: Hee hee, I like that line too, read this chapter for more illogical plot holes and really dumb one-liners!

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My Half-Devil, Japanese, Game-Character Friend's Wedding

Jin is standing in front of a mirror in a tux.

The clone of Jun created by doctor Bosanosavitch [can't be arsed to check the spelling] enters.

Jun: Oh, Jin! You look so cute! I can't believe you're finally getting married, I mean, you're not getting any younger.

Jin: I'm only 18.

Jun: Yeah, and we allllll believe you, Jin. Anyway, I'm just so happy that you're getting married, my little iddy-biddy Jinny all grown up and--

Jin: Mom, there's something I should tell you -- I don't want--

Jun: . . . because I'm soooooooooooooo pleased you're getting married! And if, for any reason, you were to tell me that you didn't want to marry Anna I think I would drop down and die. Literally, DIE.

Now, what were you going to tell me?

Jin: Um, I don't want to . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . postpone the wedding, let's have it right now!

Jun: You mean it, Jin?! I'll go call everyone!

She leaps through the window. (do none of these people know how to use a door??).

Jin: Out of all the things I could have said in that situation, that was probably the worst.

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A bunch of rowdy Tekken fighters, a few Jin/Jun/Kazuya lookalikes and a few members of the very exclusive club of which Anna is president, Whores 'R' Us, have been assembled in a make-shift church (ie. Heihachi's shed).

Paul: Shouldn't we have a priest or something?

A few seconds later, Paul has returned from his trip to the fancy-dress shop plus library adorning a pope outfit whilst trying to balance a Bible on his head.

Nina: (with a very Oirish accent) What are you doin' noi?

Paul: Is this a trick question? I'm balancing the Bible on my doo. The Bible has to be kept above everything else in the room.

Kunimitsu: That's the Qua'ran, Idiot!

Ganryu: (who is occupying the back row in its entirety) The Mishimas aren't even Christian.

Paul: What about Anna?

Yoshimitsu: Yeah, are you Catholic or Protestant, Nina? It's a big political issue in Irland, don'tcha know.

All the characters whip out talk-show type glasses and begin nodding at everything, including the spaces between sentences, and laughing at stuff which, not only is not funny, but makes no sense.

Nina: (still very Oirish) This is no toime for political debates about the affars of Oirland, we've got a weddin' to sit tru!

Heihachi: Yeah! I'm late for my appointment to get another shot of D.T.K.A.F.A. [drug for keeping ageing fighters alive]! Now let's get this over with!

Paul: Music!

He points at Michelle who is sitting at the keyboard, she being the only one who can play the piano, however, she only knows one tune.

Chopsticks blasts out of the speakers as Jin is dragged by Jun kicking and screaming like a girlie-girl down the isle.

Jun: Poor baby, he must have got tangled up in his tie, we found him dangling from the banister in it.

Kazuya: Kusobaba*, you should have left him there, it would have saved me some time.

Soon Anna follows in what is supposed to be a wedding dress but more closely resembles a fur bikini, with her bridesmaids, Xiayu, Julia and Lee, close behind.

Paul: (disjointedly) Weee are g-gathered here to. . . .day to joooiiiin in holy m-ma-mat. . .

Jun: Sound it out.

Paul: Mat-tri-mon-ey.

He looks up, looking very pleased with himself, receiving rapturous applause from Jun.

Julia: Could we get a priest who can actually read?!

Heihachi: Oh screw it!

Anna, d'you wanna marry Jin?

Anna: Yes, YES!!

Heihachi: And Jin, do you wanna marry Nina2?

Jin: No, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

[Is Jin doomed to a life of massaging Anna's feet and buying her Feminax? Will he devise a plot to escape this horrible fate? Will I ever get on with the bloody story?? Maybe!!!]

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Hope you liked it, no offence to any Irish people by the way, I love dear old Irland! Oh, and happy St. Patrick's Day on the 17th (which consequently is my birthday). Hmmm, you don't have to get me a present but you could REVIEW!!!!!!. . .now.

*Dumbarse old lady.