DISCLAIMER: Don't own Tekken or any of its characters, wish I could ^^
A/N: (Author's Note) Notice I'm not really following the plot of Tekken very well…
A/S/N: (Author's Second Note) Xiao Yu… in Chinese means "Little Jade", according to me ^^
A/N/A/S/N: (Author's Note After Second Note) My name is Xiao Yi… for real…
A/N/J/T/P/Y/O: (Author's Note Just To Piss You Off) I'm not very good at grammar so… please excuse!!
Chapter 1: It starts with a "Thank-you"
Xiao Yu sat in a small Japanese rock garden of a large hotel,
where most
of the overseas competitors were staying also. She ran her
fingers in a
line through the goldfish's pond. Master Wang sent her to Japan
to fight
in the Iron Fist Tournament of Mishima, he said she had to find
her own
way in life. she stood up and walked to the centre of a large
open space
and began to warm up for some after-lunch training. she took off
her
tattered brown shoes and put on some blue and black Wushu shoes,
one of
two pairs Master Wang had given to her along with two silk
fighting
uniforms.
she was still wearing what she'd wear for training and for
everyday for
doing everything else, a long thin brown skirt with black
shorts, and a
traditional black Chinese top. it was old, it was tattered and
it was
all she had apart from her p.js and her cloak to wear for the
past year.
she loved Japan, the air felt different, it wasn't like the
slums of
which in of shanghai she called home. it was clean here. she
bowed her
respect to her imaginary Master, assumed a horse stance and went
through
her Tiger form. Each strike was precise and each foot was
accurate. Her
brown skirt twirled with each little movement she made and the 2
inches
too long sleeves rustled after each palm strike.
~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~
Jin dived into the hotel pool, it was cool and quite, it seems
everyone
else wasn't training at all. He saw Law and a motor biker walk
across the
road to try sushi, and an red-Indian girl walking towards the
designer
stores. Everyone else was probably either off picking fights
with
amateurs or having bottomless bowls of miso soup.
he got out of the pool and made to dive in again but he heard a
girl's
fighting voice in the garden, not far away. Curiosity caught
him. He
pulled a tee shirt on and made towards the gardens.
~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~
Xiao Yu was meditating-sparring with Master Wang.
*It grew intense, she was going to get hit soon, and she was
running out
of ideas, so she leaped away with a hasty front layout*
Jin watched from the pond as a girl with long flowing black
hair,
wearing centuries old Chinese fashion, leaped high into the air
and
collapse as she landed. Something was wrong. Though the girl
didn't
scream, she rolled over onto her back, she was in one piece, but
her
ankle was stiff. She closed her eyes, she couldn't move. Jin
walked
slowly towards the figure lying on the ground. Xiao Yu was
biting her
trembling lip, trying not to cry, Jin didn't know what to do. so
he
crouched next to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. Xiao
Yu opened
her eyes to find a dark figure, he had jet black hair and black
eyes.
She spoke Chinese to him, not thinking. "It hurts."
The boy just turned his head questioningly. She frowned, cant
you tell
I'm in pain? she thought and tried her Japanese. "It hurts, please
help me."
she managed to whisper. Jin bit his lip, his mother would've
known what
to do, if she were here. He picked up the girl as though she
weighed
nothing, but Xiao Yu remembered her old shoes. "Wait!" she said
before
they left the garden. "My shoes." she pointed to the small brown
things
on the grey rocks. Jin wrinkled his nose. What would she want
with THOSE
shoes? He bent down for Xiao Yu to grab them. "Thank-You." she
whispered. Jin nodded.
~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~
Why am I helping a competitor? Jin asked holding the girl's
brown
shoes. The girl stepped out of double doors, limping a little,
with a
white bandage wrapped around her ankle visible under her long
skirt. Jin
went towards her and lent her his arm. she didn't speak, so Jin
decided
to. He looked down at his shoes and said, "Are you all right?"
his
English was perfect; Xiao Yu nodded looking down also. "Where
would you
like me to-" he began, but he stopped as he saw tears down her
cheeks.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked again. Xiao Yu looked
up, her
pretty face strained in tears, Jin didn't know what to do, so he
did
what his mother would do when he was young and gave the girl a
hug.
Xiao Yu didn't need this kind of treatment, she pushed him off
her and
turned away. Leaving Jin utterly confused and annoyed. Not
playing hero
ever again. He thought. "You're welcome!" he called after her.
~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~
By the time Xiao Yu had made it back to her hotel room, it was
dark.
She had spent the day looking in Japanese medicine shops for
something
to help her ankle get better before the opening of the
tournament. By
now, she had calmed down and wished she wasn't so awful to the
boy that
helped her. She had been working towards coming to Japan for so
long,
not only training, but raising the money from nothing. She did
street
shows and got donations. She helped Master Wang manage the tofu
shop
when he was busy. It took her 3 years to raise the money, and
now that
she was here. She had manage to injure herself... in training.
she grew
angry and pushed a lamp off her bedside cabinet, sending it
flying
towards the door of her room. It ended with an ugly crash and a
buzz as
the socket fly out. She sat on her bed, cursing her temper when
she
heard a rapid knock at her door... uh oh... she thought. she
limped
towards the door and opened it.
~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~littlejade~
Hwoarang was meditating, sitting on the baloney of his hotel
room when
he heard a crash across the hall. he grew angry that even in
this hotel,
24 floors above the rest of the world someone was still
disturbing the
peace. he stormed across the corridor and knocked loudly at the
opposite
room.
A girl opened it cautiously. Hwoarang's expression softened as
he found
the utterly harmless girl, with an out-of-date ensemble on. He
flashed a
killer smile, Xiao Yu looked up, "Hey babe, was it little old
you making
all that noise?" he put his hand up on the door frame, making
him look
taller than he really was. "Bad girl." he said shaking his
finger, "I'm
going to have to punish you." he grabbed her top, Xiao Yu angry
at being
assaulted at, quickly used her Chin Na on her opponent and held
the
Korean boy in a wrist lock. He was held to the ground by his
twisted
wrist. she could snap it if she wanted to, but she wasn't
brutal.
Another door opened along the corridor, it was a red-Indian girl
with
red fighting gloves, she saw the scene and walked towards them,
taking
her time she bent down to Hwoarang's face so he could see her.
"Hwoarang, what are you doing down here?" Julia laughed and told
Xiao Yu
to let him go in Chinese. Julia helped Hwoarang up and took him
back to
his room, his dignity was being trampled on by 2 girls.
Julia shut the door to Hwoarang's room, Xiao Yu frowned and
spoke in
Chinese, "How can you speak Chinese so well?" she asked. Julia
laughed
and put out her hand,
"My name is Julia Chang. My mother is red-Indian. And my father
was
Chinese." they shook hands and immediately became friends.
~ So? What do you think? Please review and flame all you like if you must… It's not that exciting right now, but for a first time Tekken fanfic it's not THAT bad… is it? ~