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Disclaimer:  ~ Why do people think that we own tekken?  Naturally, if we were, we wouldn't be giving you hints on the story line now would we?  Think about it! ~

Da Author:  Nice!  I got a first taste of the story straight from the dome in two hours flat.  Right on the spot I thought about this.  Now this is where you and faith full boredom buster fans come in, I'm running short of ideas already!  Yeah I know this is only the first chapters of the flower…yet to bloom, but I'm meek of colorful ideas so to speak.  It's on you.  This is the theme of finding things to compromise with time.  Knightwing?  Your name is about to change dude… you have been warned.  LOL.

Summary:  ~ "Okay now that we know, that something's just happen out of the blue when you least expect it.  Along with it, do certain things start to change.  And now that I know that a magazine just mysteriously TALK to me, lol I was having a good ole convo there…weren't I?  Something else comes to mind…another has the same effect as me…Knightwing" ~

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"Change of heart"

By Lahtinah Kerrigan.

                Well we are all happier today.  I was abit carried in to fantasyland when I was first taken for that magazine thing that happened yesterday.  I keep telling my self that it never happened, where as at the same time, I just wished it would happen again.  Hugely excited on when it would, greatly anticipating when it would speak to me.  But yet, I still was trying to tell me it would never happen.  I still wanted to tell Jin I was sorry for what ever I said that made him act like that.  Click back in to reality.

This time,

Today I didn't forget to check the alarm clock before I went to sleep yesterday.  I got my brother to clean up after himself, picked up all that I tripped on, and made him clean his mess on the carpet.  Cream.  I hate cream.  With a passion.  I checked my CD player, no, not touched.  Breakfast was cooked for me.  My room was clean and cream-stained free.  I just happened to be all good.  And just when you thought it was safe to at least sit down, my friend arrives.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I love this girl; she's like my best friend in the whole entire world.  But she knows that I get the Playstation mag before her, and our friend ship goes sailing sweetly out the door if she doesn't get to read if first.

Knocking on the door she elegantly presented her self in front of me.

"Heey there girl?  Did you finish your mid year project?"

Project?  There was a Project?  Why didn't I get at least a word on this 'Project' thing?  I jumped up and grabbed her and came close to her.

"There was a project?"  I shook her.  Which for her was a little more expected then she realized.  This happends every time she comes around.  It's because of her I pass my Study class; she's the one who reminds me that there are projects.  And in return I at least think about letting her read my precious magazines.  That's think, of coarse.  You could almost set your watch to this every two weeks.

"Lahtinah?  What on earth is this?"  

Seeing my friend pick up the latest ps2 mag and watch her face cringe with excitement, it died, shortly after noticing I had been hiding if from her. 

"A magazine"

My face was dying to be slapped.  This smirk of mine was none-short to piss her off, and by golly did it work.  She's known to get real anti about sarcasm.  She picked up the closest thing and threw it at me.  Even though it didn't hurt, I made seemed as if it did, and over did it.  It hit me on my arm.  I smiled and started rubbing my leg.

"Ahh sore!"  Cracking up laughing at the typical looks she was directing my way.  She snapped back at me.

"I know it is a magazine, but way amongst all your stuff?"  Hard at work, I could see it on her face, trying to think on what else I could be hiding.

"You were trying to hide it from me weren't you?" 

Okay.  In my mind I was like ~ DUH ~ but she could tell I was making this up as I go.  A full-scaled war was embarked on me.  She started chasing me down the hall way and for some reason, I didn't want to continue.  For some reason I wanted to go back to my room and see the magazine.  I just wanted to return to it.  Like I was called to it.  Or drawn to it like a cocaine addict.  I stopped and my friend tripped over me.  She looked up at me and was about to say something but she could only draw breath and look at the seriousness of my face.

"Lah?  What's wrong?"

I didn't answer.

"Earth to Naoko?  Earth to Naoko…err, Huston we have a problem"

Nothing.

"Okay…."

She sounded a bit worried.  I mean I am queerly weird but this was just plain un-co, even for me.  She just got back up and helped herself out side my house and left.

"I'll come back for it later then Lahtinah…" she trailed off mumbling. I could seriously hear her, but I couldn't talk back.  Like I was controlled.  Like a ….

"Video game"

That's when I clicked.  I guess they were playing that video game of me again.  Lord help them if they like it so much.  I made it back to my room and passed my local inhabitants on the way.  Trey.  Shaniecce.  Kaigani and then the door to my room.  It was soo dramatic the way I did it.  Like a typically video game.  I sighed.

Walking through, and as I'd expected the magazine was once glowing and was opened to the review of tekken five.  I looked in to it wondering who had 'summoned me' in the first place.

It was Ling Xiaoyu.  I wasn't at all pleased to see her, in actuality; I wanted to see Jin, to apologize to him.  But I was kind of relieved all the same.

She seemed reluctant to speak.  As if she hand just snuck on to the game just to tell me something, or just wanted to talk to someone.  You know, low-key sort of thing.  She whispered to me.  It was really hard to make out where she was, it was daytime here, but in her 'world' it was in the dead of night.  She wasn't visible as I was.  So I had to make sure I could hear her really well.  Amongst what I think was snoring, that made it almost impossible, but if she is making an effort to see me, the least I could do is not question in return.

"Hi Naoko…look I haven't got much time.  I gather you know by now that I'm not s'posed to be on here right?"

I nodded to what I think was Ling Xiaoyu.  I think she smiled back.  Because for a little pause I could see white and then it failed.  She began again.

"I just want to say sorry for what Jin did.  He's just going through a rough time."  She told me in her too soft tone.  White.  And then it failed.  I guess those where her teeth.  Great!  Now I have got something to focus on.

"Hey I totally understand, I can't say that I don't know what happened to make him that way, because I actually do."

"That's all I wanted to tell you.  I saw the way you responded to his reaction.  I knew that you weren't possessed"

HOLD THE PHONE!  Since when was I possessed?  Okay now I was getting angry.  Because, I don't like the thought of getting possessed.  And being told I was thought of in that kind of way by, something or it, which should know better, doesn't help.  I was getting frustrated.

"Wait, wait, wait!  You mean to tell me, that Jin told you that I was… Possessed, right?"

I raised an eyebrow.  Thinking ~ Go on make my day ~ I smiled.  Or more like smirked-smiling, figuratively making Jin's false accusation seem more real than it ever was.  She gulped.  And didn't want to say it.  But I urged.

"Go on say it, I know you said it.  Finnish what you have started."

"Yeah.  He did."

Now why does he go around thinking or saying things like that now huh?  Looks like he's not as …. Well the Jin I thought he was.  My image of him shattered.  More snoring came except louder.  It was more irritating than my little brother's that he makes.

"Just one question"

"Why?'

"Yeah why would he go around thinking some … excuse my language but … SHIT like that?"

Once again.  More snoring.  Even more louder.  Then Ling shrieked and kept quiet.  By instinct so did I.

"Look I have to go.  But I just wanted to say Sorry on behalf of him.  And me too.  He told me not to talk to you, but I had to… now I have to go.  Seeya and take care okay?  Bye"

I think she waved, I wasn't sure.  She kept looking back.  And then the magazine stopped resonating.  I was stumped.  My views on Ling were better and Jin's got hell of a lot worse.  They would probably stay that way until I clear things up straight away face-to-face.  But if they don't get back on, I'm going to keep wondering.  So

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At the end of the day.  I sat there doing my project.  Hanging my magazine on the wall, on the right page and was listening to music in the mini lights of my randomly placed candles being lit.  Eating tubs of strawberry ice cream.  I was almost finished and my song had just bumped. 

"Weird"

I got up and examined it.  My stereo was practically 3 days old.  My CDs were at least a week old.  I squinted my eyes to make sure my eyes didn't miss any other unwanted detail.  Shrugging in satisfaction that my CD isn't broken or nothing is wrong with it, I put it back in the stereo and played it.  I stood there with folded arms making sure that it did not bump.  I flicked the 'rewind' button again and again.  Just to be thoroughly sure. 

"Perfect"

Smiling I say down, Picking up my gel pens I started to work on my characters.  Half of them looked like the chick off ridge racer and Unknown.  I just couldn't get out of the barrier.  No matter how hard I tried.  They all looked like and evil version of Jun.  And I didn't like it.  Removing it to the rubbish bin with all the other 'unwanted masterpieces' I didn't like.  All of evil Jun.  Sitting there eating the last of my strawberry ice-cream in the candle light.  I heard another voice.  But I was soo expecting it that I didn't even bother to look at the wall.  I knew it was the magazine.  I kept on drawing.  Lets just say I was disciplined to finish my projects on time.

"Hey!"  The voice was dominant. I looked up to see who the hell is interrupting me this time.

"WHAT!"

"Well, now that I have your attention.  Do you know who this is?"

Okay I was in no mood for guessing games.  Well right now no.

"May be some other time perhaps."

I tried to brush them away.  But the character was persistent.  When the character came closer to the ends of the book, it looked like it was about to fall out of it.  It was a male and wasn't in one or any of the tekken games or Namco games what so ever.  I noticed that they way that he talked was familiar.  He was about to speak, and then the connection was broken.

My friend had just walked in.

I turned to her.

"You always get in the way."  I yelled, giving in to my share of interruptions for one day.  I sighed and remembered she's here for the magazine I gleefully hung on the wall as my prized possession.

"Gezz your bitchy today.  What's your problem" She walked towards me and then gazed at the remarkable pictures of tk5.  She raced to it with out hesitation of what damage she could of done to it if she wasn't careful.

"Careful dammit"

"Yeah yeah yeah.  Hey that's the guy that you talk to on the Internet right?  A Knightwing?"

I rushed to her.  And looked upon what she was starring at.  It's true.  I do sort of know a certain Knight wing.  But there is a good chance that there are a few 40 million other knight wings too.  I had to make sure that this one was the one I knew.  So I red on.  The same pace as she was reading.  And to my delight….

"Hey you're right.  It is him." 

She smiled in triumphant to learn that she was right.  I snatched it from her.  And kept on reading.

"The Namco Japan has awarded the author pen labeled 'Knight wing' an honorable prize and a noble award for his excellence of writing fan fictional tales associating with Namco and Tekken.  The award was issued on November the 3rd 2003."

I was truly gobsmaked totally.  My face was more priceless then that of Jin's.  I just wanted to get on the Internet and post a congrats Review to any one of his stories and tell him how awesome that is to gain such a cool award.  I was all for it.  But then that feeling came back again.  Controlled.  Like a stupid video game.

My friend froze.  Every thing froze.  Even the small insect froze right in front of my face. 

"Okay this is seriously pissing me off" I looked around, even time had stopped.  "What the hell is going on?"

I turned to the magazine and YUP; she'll be glowing all right.  I sighed heavily.  The words morphed.  And the character came back from last time, before my friend dropped in.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Knight wing."

Miracles and oddities.  I really didn't know what to say.  I was still speechless from what he had just accomplished.

"Well at least I don't have to go on the Internet to talk to you know" I joked.  But a smile on his face did not budge to the surface.  Actually, he looked pissed at me for making that sort of remark.

"Gezz I'm sorry.  Mr serious!"  Look I can't help it okay.  I am naturally a smart ass.   Deal with it.  He didn't.

"You're the one that reviews my stories.  Right?  You're the Lahtinah?  Right?  Because if you are, my prayers have been answered finally"

He sounded so relieved.  I was more confused and was about to go and run in to a door to try and make my head stop spinning.  This was just too much to take in.

"What the fuck is this?  The matrix?  Give me one good reason why I shouldn't burn this magazine?  Just one."

I hollered at the wall.  Spit and all.  Lunatic.  He gave the impression that he was expecting that answer.

"I'm in some sort of game.  I have been trapped in the Namco world.  You were the only person who would notice that my stories were too close to the real thing that Namco has released in the 'reality'.  'Virtuality' is where I am.  I need to get back to you."

I ain't buying it.  I pulled out my lighter.  And was seriously thinking about doing some heavy damage to that mag of mine on that wall.

"NO!  What I say is true.  I just wish I had got to you first.  Instead of the gang that bought you."

"You know about that?"

"Lahtinah I know everything.  I have been trying to make a game that connects to 'reality' form 'Virtuality', and I have succeeded in getting there.  You are it.  Unfortunately I wasn't the first to try it out.  The tekken gang were."

I placed the lighter down.  This sounded so bogus.  Virtuality and crap don't work out for me.

"So what?  You were stuck in there this whole time?  How'd you get in there?"

"I was a game just like you.  Made by someone else."

"Where they stuck in there?  Like you?"

"I really don't know.  But somehow, I was captured and forced in to this world that in 'reality' which is where you are call this world here where I am 'Virtuality'."

"What do you call Virtuality in your world?  Namco?"

"NO.  We call it Virtue.  SO when we play video games in this world its called Virtue, but we are slipping off the subject.  I need your Help Lil Miss Naughty."

Get back, he knows my tag-name.  Uh-uh, is he for real?  What the hell is going on?  Shall I help him or not.  NOT.

"Look I don't know who the hell you are you sadistic freak.  But you back away and find some other virtue Barbie.  Cos' Lahtinah is staying here."

I stomped my foot down.  But he just wouldn't shut up.  He went on and on about how I should help him.  I mean I wanted to.  But this way is a bit off.  I was beginning to think I was on drugs and was hallucinating everything. 

"Look do you want to apologize to Jin or tell him what you think?"

I stopped and turned to the open page of the magazine.

"What?  Did you say … talk to Jin Kazama?  Kaz's son?"

NW nodded.  I thought for a second.  After all, I did want to say a few nasty but much needed things to him, and I was always curious on what they get up to.  Who wouldn't, reality bites here.  I couldn't really see a down side.

"Hmmm… this sounds too good to be true.  Will I be able to come back?"

There was a pause.  I guess that was a no.  If he couldn't come out, then I guess there was a fat chance I couldn't come out either.  Still deciding what to do I paced around on the floor in tight circles.  Muttering to myself.

"Oh, I don't know.  It seems all too risky."

"Please I beg of you.  I'll do anything you want once you get here.  I'll answer all"

"You seem to be soo sure of your self."

"Desperate"

"What happened to these guys?"

I pointed to my friends and all that were frozen.  He nodded. 

"Ill take care of it.  Just please hurry."

I didn't really want to go.  And I had a lot to do here.  But the portal was closing and I was in a panic.  The case of 'what ifs' were cascading my mind.

"Hurry Lahtinah."

Yeah okay, I was hurrying but in to what?  Is he stupid?  I'm like 6'4" the magazine is at least 30 cm tall and 50 cm wide.  How the hell am I going to 'hurry' into that?  I stood there thinking – what is he serious? – It's not like everyday I get to jump in to a magazine.  Then a hand came in grabbed my shirt and pulled me into the page.  My body was being sucked in to paper.  It wasn't the nicest feeling.  It felt like your face was being sucked into a vacuum cleaner and being pulled back by a magnet.  Like gravity was playing tug-o-war with your body, and you had a terrible ache in your abdominal structure to the point of questioning will it stand the last of the duration.

It hurt basically. 

What ever I ate.  I'm wishing I didn't.  Because now placing my hands on my stomach… I know that this is going to hurt tomorrow.  If I could ever get there.

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Well that's not what I was aiming at.  I will have more on you next night wing.  You just wait and see. 

If you didn't like that, then flame me and I will get to the bottom of it.  It's on you.

Go hard.

Laters,

Lahtinah Kerrigan.