Author's Note(Is that what A/n means?): I apologize if the 1st chapter was crappy. I just wanted to intro a few of the main characters but I thought it'd be corny if I wrote out the beggining video sequence at G-Corp. But here's chapter 2, you've seen the Disclaimer in chapter 1 so you know that Tekken belongs to Namco, not me.

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TIME: 8:00 AM DATE: December 31st.

Xiaoyu awoke in her hotel room and looked at the clock. She had three hours to get ready and go to the docks to catch the boat. She rubbed her eyes and threw the covers off of her and sat up, standing in her baby blue night shirt, running her fingers through her hair as she headed for the bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the bath water, feeling it with her hand to test the hotness before she turned on the shower, sliding down her underwear and kicked it aside before sliding her shirt off and tossed it to the floor(A/n: Daaaaaaaamn lol) and stepped into the shower, letting the water run down her hair and her smooth skin, enjoying the feel of it for it woke her up out of her sleepy state.

Ok, ok. Before I get too nasty. She finished her shower and was now dressed, tying her hair in her famous pig tail style. She wore a pair of tight fitting white cargo pants, a pair of sneakers, a black sports bra with a small red windbreaker jacket and fingerless gloves, with padding on the top to soften her punches because face it, she was nice enough to inflict only damage nessecary and for a little girl like her, she packed a punch. She grabbed her bag while eating a granola bar for breakfast, running out her door and down to catch a taxi. She tossed her bag inside and got in, shutting the door.

"To the docks please." She smiled to the driver who nodded and drove for the docks. Xiaoyu leaned back in her seat and looked out the window in thought. Her thoughts on the email message that she got a couple of days ago. 'Who sent it?' She thought to herself. Her instincts told her it might have been that young man who came to the last tournament two years back to avenge the death of his mother against Toshin. Her old friend, well...school mate, Jin Kazama.

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The taxi pulled up to the docks parking area. He paid the driver and got out, slinging his duffle back over his shoulder. King watched the ship from where he stood. People boarded the ship while workers in coverall suits loaded supplies on it. He wore a pair of baggy blue jeans with a pair of black sneakers, a white button up shirt, a red, white and green surape and a straw sombrero. His hands were dawned with black fingerless gloves. The brim of his sombrero hid most of his face and he gripped the strap of his bag and made his way towards the ship. He stopped when a Zaibatsu gaurd stepped in front of him, speaking through his helmet.

"Excuse me sir, do you have an invitation to the tournament?" He gripped his rifle, a little nervous cuz King was half a foot taller than him.

King said nothing, but instead just raised the invitation from his pocket. The soldier nodded and stepped out of his way. He lowered his hand and stuffed the invitation back into his pocket, walking across the dock onto the ship. He stopped at a bench under the roof of the small cabin which people could go inside, but he wasn't quite ready for that. He set his bag down and pushed it under the bench seat, and sat down, fixing his surape from under him and watched the docks ahead of him from the ship. His attention was drawn from there when a hand slapped onto his shoulder, and he turned, looking up, to see a familiar blonde man who he had seen before at the last tournament, only instead of his hair sticking straight it up, it hung down to his chin, parted in the middle. The man's face had stubble on it, and he wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans with biker boots. He sat next to King and smiled greetingly to him.

"Hey man, long time no see." The guy smiled, leaning down some to see King's face from under the sombrero.

King smiled lightly, "How's it goin' Paul?" He removed the sombrero to be polite and set it in his lap. His long black hair was tied back in a pony tail.

Paul brushed his nose with a thumb and leaned back against the wall the bench was up against, enjoying the shade. "Ahh man nothin' much. Heard about this tournament and said 'I've gotten my ass kicked three times, why not make it four?'" Paul said, laughing as he gestured the 3 and 4 with his fingers. They both laughed because even though Paul hadn't won a tournament yet, he still sent a good number of people running home to their mamas. Paul laughed some and continued. "Nah, man I gotta win this baby for my reputation. I got a bad image back home."

King nodded, understanding what Paul meant.

"So, what's your story? Tired of tossin' them punks at the Federation around again?" Paul asked, laughing a bit. He watched King wrestle on TV alot and it was true, he was almost unbeatable unless he was sucker punched with a chair.

King laughed at the joke then his expression became blue. "Nah...I'm here to make some sick bastard pay." He looked at Paul to see his reaction.

"Pay for what?" Paul raised an eyebrow, curious.

King brushed his nose and snorted some, trying to build the courage to tell him, but finally did. "Armor was murdered after the 3rd tournament. I bailed his killer out and sent him an invitation. My only question is, did he accept?"

Paul's broad shoulders seemed to slump down, disbelief on his face. "Shit man, I'm sorry. I hope you get the bastard."

"Oh, if he shows up I will...I will." King nodded before he heard a shout.

"What the hell do you two think you're doin' here?!" A voice said. Paul and King looked to see a smiling asian man coming forward at them. His red hair cut in a flat top and he wore a green t-shirt and a pair of army camo pants. He dropped his beg on King's other side and smirked.

"Just about gettin' ready t'kick yer ass ya little shit. C'mere!" Paul said in a joking tone and got up, throwing some fake, playful punches at the young man, who he knew as Hwoarang.

Hwoarang laughed and gave Paul a high five, then cocked his chin to King. "What up K-Man? Long time no see"

King smiled softly. He enjoyed being around Hwoarang when he was down. The kid lightened up his day. "Hello Hwoarang. Good to see you after two years."

"Hey don't start gettin' mushy, it might be you and me in this thing." Hwoarang said joking, serious about that point but didn't really look forward to it.

"Hey guys." A femanine voice said and the three looked to see a quite attractive young woman, coming onto the boat with her suit case. Her brown hair was braided down her back and she had on a pair of glasses. Her wardrobe was a pair of denim jeans, a white t-shirt and a denim jacket. She looked at the three smiling warmly. "King?" She tilted her head questiongly to him. She only thought it was him because she knew King was Mexican and this man had a surape and a sombrero.

"Buenas Dias Julia." King nodded to her. She smiled and un-tilted her head.

"Hi, I didn't recognize you quite well without your mask." She laughed a little then slugged Hwoarang and Paul in the shoulder. "What're you two thugs doin'?" She joked.

"Buildin' up my spirit again." Paul laughed a little, running a hand through his new hair.

Hwoarang shrugged. "All they made me do in the army was carry shit and shoot. I have more fun hittin' people so I snuck off and came here." He laughed then, smiling.

King, Paul and Julia laughed with him and they continued in their conversation, going over old times, and talking about their lives.

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Another cab pulled up to the docks. Craig slapped 50 into the driver's hand and opened the door, grabbing his suit case.

"Keep the change, my man." He said and got out, closing the door with his foot and the cab drove off. He had combed his hair, and had it greased. He wore a pair of black biker books, snakeskin pants and a black vest. He spit to the side and walked over to the boat docks.

"Excuse me sir, do you have an invitation?" The little Zaibatsu soldier said, beggining to step infront of him. Craig ignored him and shoved him out of the way with the hand, continuing his way onto the boat. The soldier grunted and began to follow him. "Sir! I asked for your invitation!" Silently Craig dug into his vest pocket and threw the invitation over his shoulder in a crumpled ball at the soldier's feet. The soldier picked it up and looked at it, then shook his head at Craig, "Asshole." And made his way back to his spot.

Craig walked onto the boat, immediatly noticing that four people were staring at him. A blonde grunge looking man, an asian in army colors, a young female, and an obvious Mexican sitting against the wall on a bench. He narrowed his eyes at them and made his way for the inside cabin when he noticed the Mexican was watching him specifically. He stopped and looked at the man, sneering.

"What're you lookin' at boy?" He growled in his deep, menacing voice. The Mexican narrowed his eyes and picked up his sombrero, putting it on his head and pulled it over his eyes, leaning his head back. Craig gritted his teeth at the man and walked into the cabin, tossing his bag to the side and sat down on the bench, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. A few other people sat in the cabin with him. Most of them were asian. Then there was somebody who seemingly had armor on which was only tellable by his bent knee where he put his foot on the bench he sat on. Most of him was covered by a black hooded cloak. But Craig saw two eerie green eyes coming out of the shadows under the hood. A sword rested in the person's lap. Then there was a white, blonde man in red pants and a Hawaiian shirt, a blonde woman in a tight purple jumpsuit. Craig smiled at this sight. He had to admit she had a fine looking figure. Then there was the hispanic looking woman in black short shorts, if you wanted to call them that and a tie on green shirt that showed off her cleavage and stomach nicely. Craig chuckled some which was something, with smiling he hadn't done in two years. He took a drag off of his cigarette and leaned back, just as the cabin door swung open loudly. Everyone looked, a few people gasping. Craig raised his eyebrows. 'Weird looking guy.' he thought.

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Bryan Fury almost wanted to tear the soldier's head off for asking him for an invitation. Fucking idiot. He was so mad he didn't just open the cabin door. He kicked it open and walked in. His only luggage was a black backpack which he threw across the room at an empty spot and walked over to it. He wore a pair of black cargo pants, army boots and an unbuttoned green, long sleeved shirt with black gloves. He sat down and ran a hand over his gray haired head, before leaning back and looked at everyone who slowly turned their attention from him, except for a large man in the corner, dressed in snake skin pants and a vest. Bryan sneered some, baring his teeth before the man casually looked in another direction and blew out some smoke. Bryan growled deep down in his throat and looked back ahead, leaning against the wall with a window above his head and crossed his arms, huffing. He closed his eyes, just about to enjoy the near silence, since the people were talking low when noise came into the room. He opened his eyes to see the three of the four he saw outside, Hwoarang, Julia and Paul, coming inside.

"--so I said 'What'd ya kill the snail for?' He said 'That thing's been followin' me all day!'" Hwoarang spoke to Julia and Paul. They laughed, Paul slapping his knee, almost falling over. Julia put a hand over her mouth a little, laughing softly. Bryan glared at their happiness, he hated anything joyful. They went a empty spot on the bench and continued talking. Bryan clentched his fists and turned to the entrance as something blocking the light from the corner of his eye indicated another entry. The Mexican in the surape from outside, carrying his sombrero came in, suddenly stopping short when he noticed the smoker and narrowed his eyes to him. The smoker noticed this and got up, staring the man down. Bryan closed his eyes, ignoring this.

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King stared up at the big man, glaring with bared teeth. The big man pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it to the floor, stomping it out as he looked back at King.

"Marduk." King said in a dark, angry tone. The big man's eyes raised, but his angry expression stayed.

"Who're you?" Marduk asked.

King narrowed his eyes again. "You killed my partner in occupation, and best friend. Now I'm gonna kill you in this."

Marduk chuckled, raising up the part of his ticket he still had(the part they hand back to you). "This you?"

King nodded with narrowed eyes and a glare on his lips. "Lured you right into a trap amigo."

"I think you signed y'own death warrant muthafuckah." Marduk snorted.

King squeezed his fists closed and growled in his throat. "You'd like to think that." And with that he turned, walking over to his three comrades, sitting down with them and sighed, trying not to explode.

"Hey man, what was that all about?" Hwoarang leaned over to see past Paul to King, a curious look on his face.

King closed his eyes and shook his head. "Nothin'."

Paul glanced at Marduk then looked to King talking softly. "That him?"

King opened his eyes and looked to Paul, nodding then closed his eyes again. Paul gave a simple "Hm." And went quiet, letting King relax and went back to his conversation with Hwoarang and Julia, just as the door opened again.

"Hey!" A voice said, and the three looked.

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Xiaoyu entered the cabin after getting checked in, immediatly spotting the two familiar faces of Julia and Hwoarang, along with Paul. She smiled and walked over, her friend Julia rising.

"Xiao!" Julia exclaimed and gave her friend a deep hug. Xiaoyu smiled and hugged her back. She looked at Julia, smiling again.

"Wow you've changed! In a good way that is." Xiaoyu laughed.

Julia smiled. "Thanks, you changed pretty good yourself. You still in Highschool?"

"Yeah, senior year." Xiaoyu nodded and smiling. "Hi Hwoarang."

"Hey Xiao, what's up?" Hwoarang cocked his chin to her.

Xiaoyu sat down, setting her bag down. "Oh nothing."

She smiled again, and joined their conversation, but didn't tell them about the email or that she hoped to find Jin here. A few moments passed when the speaker clicked on and a man's voice came over it.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please relax. We are begginning the journey to Mishima Island, enjoy the cruise." The man said. The people in the cabin listened then began talking when the message was over.

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The soldier set the safety chain back on the hook at the docks, suddenly looking up when he felt like someone was behind him. He turned around, suddenly face to face with a taller middle aged man with a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, dressed in a pair of slacks and a black silk shirt, carrying a bag.

"Sorry fella, you're late. Better luck next tournament huh?" He said and began to go around him when the man grabbed him by the shirt. "Ugh. Excuse me sir, this isn't necessary."

"Jama shinaide." The man said and suddenly jerked his arm to the side and the next thing he knew he was airborn, high into the air. He gave a few, loud panicked screams before he came crashing back down onto the ground a good 30ft away, falling to his death. The man then turned as the boat was now about 15ft from the docks and threw his small duffle back at it, letting it land on the deck of the ship then sprung into the air, flipping once to gain distance and landed in a crouch. He stood upright, removing his sunglasses, looking around with a pair of eerie red eyes, although they slowly reverted to a humanish brown. He looked around some and stuck the glasses in his shirt pocket, walking with his bag to the inner cabin. Kazuya Mishima was ready for the tournament. He would kill his father finally, then regain what was rightfully his.

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ONE HOUR LATER

The people around him talked and laughed. Most of them anyway. Kazuya noticed a man in a surape and a large man in snakeskin pants, and a gray haired man were quite silent. He was number 4 on the silent man list. He crossed his arms and leaned back in thought, eyes wide open, and alert. He had been on the boat for an hour and still had a few hours to go. He actually began to drift off until a loud crash alerted him along with the other passengers who got up, running to the windows. Kazuya merely turned his head to the window he was next to, to see a black '69 Charger, sinking front end first into the water. People gasped and a conversation about the accident soon arose. Kazuya grunted, ignoring it and turned back to the wall just as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He gasped and slapped a hand over it, leaning forward. He squeezed his eyes shut and at that moment saw a purple grin of evil and a pair of red eyes staring at him. His eyes opened as he came to his senses and smiled small. 'It' was here. He grinned, baring his white teeth and gave a small chuckle to himself.

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SAME TIME

Jin had waited on the bridge above the ocean until the ship crossed under it and set it into full gear, driving it over the railing. He managed to escape and land on the top of the ship's cabin as the car hit the water. He could hear the commotion down on the inside of the cabin. He looked down at the ground, ignoring the searing pain he felt through the scar on his arm. The other half was close. That meant his father was on the boat. It was almost time. This was his destiny...

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So what did you all think of this Chapter? This one's pretty big huh? Should I continue? I'd sure like to but unless I get some reviews telling me to, I dunno if I should. Please send reviews! Domo Arigatou!!