Disclaimer: I don't own tekken. However any original characters not found in Tekken or any other found herein are of my own creation and DO belong to me
Hmmm well if you hadn't guessed or read the summary, this is a xiaoyin… one I've been meaning to write for a very long time. It isn't all happy doo-da. I have a general tendency to write about Jin, Hwoarang and Xiao as a group… (Kind of like the kilik/ maxi/ xianghua group in SC) NO! Not what you're thinking! No love triangles or yaoi or threesome implications here thank you very much *raspberry* But a conflicting friendship group…
HWOARANG'S ROLE: In this fic his role tends to be the same as in most of my fics, which include him… (Not that I've posted up many but…) To me Hwoarang always seemed like the older brother figure (w/Xiao), wacky mad but protective when necessary. His rivalry with Jin sort of adds to this characteristic with Xiao. It sort of sweet, and I don't think Hwoarang should be paired with any one other than Miharu, which will probably not happen in the game… ever… shame *sigh*
Anyway here we are…
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Twelve
It was endless, boring and the utmost useless thing she'd ever have to learn in her entire life. Xiaoyu stared down at the textbook on her desk blankly. Nope is still made no sense.
Eleven
What the hell was a feasibility range anyway? How did that solve world problems like poverty or war or what to have next for lunch? Why didn't they teach people to have a sense of humour? Her math teacher definitely needed to attend that class. She had seemed to find it less than amusing when Xiao had informed her that Panda had chewed up her normal distribution homework.
Ten
At least Miharu stood by her…
Nine
The scratching of pencils was deafening now, the monotonous hum of the radiators played on her nerves. Not long now…
Eight
And then there was the exam… How was she going to get through that? She'd only just managed to get the hang of Japanese… never mind math in Japanese. Maybe Jin would help her. Then again knowing him she'd never get a word out of him. Sigh Kazama Jin; as if every girl he'd met hadn't done that the first time they'd come across him. Xiao couldn't blame them with his tall muscular body, lean and yet so powerful. The severity of his attitude kept most people away from him, but his soft warm brown eyes were sometimes inviting, but maybe Xiao was the only person that noticed.
Seven
Ok so it was stupid to even think about Kazama that way. But it didn't hurt to indulge in sweet fantasies sometimes, just to drown into blissful ignorance. She supposed her little fantasies would be justified if Kazama were anything like the way he acted at school. Xiao knew better, knew him better and also knew that there was much more to the young sickeningly good looking karate master than he let on.
Six
Maybe that's what drew her in further. Xiao had grown out of her teenage crush for Jin almost two weeks after they'd been acquainted at the Mishima mansion. He was a friend, a quiet friend that seemed to need no more than her presence to count for company
Five
That annoyed Xiao. She needed talk she needed verbal communication. It annoyed her to a point of fury when he'd simply sit in silence when around her. Sometimes Xiao suspected he knew that it irritated her, that he did it on purpose. Maybe the ever-serious hard working young man had a sense of humour after all…
Four
Fat chance
Three
The rising scratches of pencils faded softly. The hum of the radiators was the only thing audible now. Xiao closed the text book on her desk ever so quietly and swallowed hard as her fingers itched nervously towards her school bag…
Two
There it was, she wasn't the only one now… waiting… not long…
Click…
One' o'clock. The bell rang sending a shock through the empty silence that had lingered. Xiao grabbed her bag and swept up her books from her desk. She moved along with the crowd, out the door… out of school.
Free at last
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