I'm back up with another chapter. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, and especially Ignes Fatui for giving me some idea about food and TheWishOfNight for support. I'm pretty sure I'll add him to the story later. I probably won't be able to update as fast for a while since I have midterms coming up and I haven't been feeling to good. Aren't I lucky! Well I hope you like it!

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Bonds of Love

Pain. That's all Ling Xiaoyu felt when she woke up from her forced slumber. She felt like she had taken a major beating, and as she fully awakened she couldn't recognize her surroundings. Where am I? She soon realized she was in some sort of moving vehicle. What the hell, where am I? Where's Uncle Wang? Shouldn't I be with him at the dojo? Ling tried to sit up, but it was in vain since her arms and legs were bound with rope. She violently struggled with the ropes, but it was in vain. Out of breath and sore for unknown reasons, Ling looked up. She vaguely realized she was in a very nice car, but her attention was focused on one thing, the driver. Shocked, she managed to sit up, and that attracted his attention. Ling gasped as she realized what had happened.

She had been training in the dojo with her Uncle. The match had started out fairly even, but Ling could tell she was winning. After her uncle had thrown a series of punches and kicks at her, Ling grabbed him and used her Judo move to flip him over her shoulder and onto the floor. "Ha!" she exclaimed as she performed a victory dance. She had beaten her uncle three times, and with each victory her confidence grew. She knew she was being a little overconfident, after all Uncle Wang still had many moves to teach her. She bent over and reached out an arm to help him out. When he was on his feet he told her, "you are exceeding my expectations never thought you would learn so fast Little Phoenix. I'm going to recuperate from that beating you gave me, so why don't you practice your technique, and the moves you have move difficulty with. When I come back, I'll see if you're ready to learn anything new." With that he had headed into the house.

A few minutes later she heard a loud thump, as if someone had fallen. Worrying that something had happened to her uncle she started to head inside, but a young man intercepted her. He had been the one to hurt her uncle, so she fought him and lost. After the final hit she had taken a good look at him. He had spiked brown hair and brown eyes. The funny thing was, his eyes hadn't seemed evil. They had seemed, sorrowful and remorseful. Then she blacked out.

Staring up at the driver she gaped in horror. Even though a hood covered his hair, she could see his eyes. Those eyes, the ones that held so much sorrow and pain, were staring straight at her. She was stuck alone with the man who kidnapped her!

Mustering her courage he looked straight back into his eyes and asked icily, "who the hell are you?" He raised his eyebrows at her and replied, "are you really in any position to be asking questions?" She flushed with anger and was ready to shout at him, but his voice stopped her. "Jin Kazama." "What?" she said confused. "My name is Jin Kazama," he repeated, turning his eyes back to the road. "Why?" Ling questioned her courage building. Though her question was vague he seemed to realize what she was talking about. "It wasn't my decision," he replied, his eyes still focused on the road. Before Ling could ask how the hell it wasn't his decision and why he followed whoever proposed it, the car pulled to a stop.

"We're here," he said, "don't try to escape, and stay quiet." "Why?" she asked, "what are you going to do if I don't obey you?" "Let's just say your life isn't the only one you'll be destroying by trying to escape." With that he opened the door and got out of the car. Ling's face paled. Is my family in danger? Did he capture them too? Her thoughts were forgotten and replaced by fear when Jin opened her door. He calmly extracted a pocketknife from his front pocket and leaned towards her. Ling whimpered and scooted back as far as she could, trying to avoid the lethal blade.

Suddenly, the ropes binding her feet loosened and fell off, sliding to the bottom of the car. The ropes at her wrists soon followed suit. She clambered out of the car, sloppily getting to her feet. Without a word, Jin headed towards a large building, and Ling followed right behind him. She soon realized they were heading towards a hotel, and she wondered, why is he taking me to such a public place. It'd be an easy escape. Just before they reached the main doors to the building, Jin pulled to a halt. Ling, lost in thought, almost ran into him. "Remember what I said. No trying to escape or shouting for help. We have your family under surveillance, and if anything happens they can be disposed of." Ling froze in fright, but she soon followed after him into the hotel.

Jin opened the mahogany doors to the huge hotel, and Ling shielded her eyes from the light that came streaming out. She timidly followed Jin like a prisoner that was heading towards their execution. Once inside, Jin seemed to spot someone at the back corner of the hotel. Ling followed him and listened eagerly as he engaged in a conversation with the other man. They spoke in Japanese, but thanks to those years spent with her perverted old Japanese teacher, she could easily follow their conversation.

"Is this the student? Doesn't look like much." The unknown person said, analyzing Ling with a critical eye. "She plenty pretty though." Ling glared at the man hard, but he either ignored her or didn't notice. "Don't be fooled by her looks," Jin uttered, "She can fight, and she's fast." "I guess," he replied. "To bad I didn't see the fight. I would've enjoyed those high kicks." The sick, perverted man gazed longingly at Ling, but stopped when she growled in perfect Japanese, "I would die before I let that happen, baka!"

Both men stared at her, and Ling could see what was running through their minds, She can speak Japanese! "Well, girl, what's your name?" The man asked. "Why should I tell you?!?" she responded angrily. Switching back to Japanese, he told her, "because I have a gun." Frustrated and scared, she muttered, "my name is Ling Xiaoyu." "Well, Ling, Welcome to the Tekken Corporation." With that he told Jin, "the jet will leave in one hour. Grab your things and go to the private takeoff area."

Jin nodded, then motioning for Ling to follow him he headed up the stairs. After fifteen stories, Jin and a very ticked off Ling finally made it to his hotel room. Jeez! Why couldn't we have taken the elevator? Jin opened his door with the keycard and headed inside with Ling scampering in before the door closed. Once inside he handed Ling a tray of food saying, "eat." He then proceeded to pack his things. Ling looked at the clock and saw that it read eight p.m. I haven't eaten in hours she thought. On the tray there were some sizzling meatbuns, chow mien, and want-on soup. Without knowing or caring if it was poisoned or not, Ling dug in, devouring the food in a few minutes.

"Come," Jin stated, and they headed down the stairs, much to Ling's dismay. They got back into Jin's car, and this time Ling was in the front passenger's seat. "Where are we going?" she asked, terrified as to what the answer would be. "Japan," Jin stated calmly, not even glancing at her. When they reached their destination, Jin got out of the car and grabbed his bags. Still inside the car, Ling was in shock. Japan! It's so far away from my family, and everything I know. Clutching the locket hidden by her shirt, Ling gathered her courage and prayed that all would turn out well.

She opened the door, and found Jin waiting for her outside the car. The pain in his eyes was still there, but it was lessened and Ling saw sympathy. Maybe I'm just imagining it. I mean he is a kidnapper, right. Why would he have sympathy for me. Suddenly words he spoke a few hours ago rung in her ears, "It wasn't my decision." Startled Ling thought, maybe it wasn't his decision, but he still did it. I cannot forgive him for that. I must be imagining what I saw, there's no way he sympathizes with me. I hate him!. Those last three words rang in her head, but somehow Ling felt they weren't true. Something about those eyes stayed in her head, and deep down Ling knew that she didn't hate him.

Jin looked back at the girl, Ling Xiaoyu, which he had kidnapped. He remembered her reaction when he told her they were going to Japan. She had seemed so scared and, most of all, alone. Guilt ate at his heart, and he found himself sympathizing with her. Her situation was so similar to his.

Suddenly she realized he was watching her. In a single moment that felt like forever, her gaze met his eyes, and Jin gulped inaudibly. Ling had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. Innocence and pride shown brightly in them, but they were filled with pain and fright. Pain and fright I caused, he reminded himself. The guilt of his sins against her caused him to turn his gaze away from her eyes. The connection they had was broken, and Jin turned his head away.

They finally reached the plane, and Ling climbed in first. Jin followed her in and they took their seats. The pilot turned around and grinned at them saying, "ready to fly kids?" When neither Jin nor Ling responded his grin faded and he turned back around muttering about kids nowadays.

Throughout the beginning of the flight Jin switched from thinking to watching Ling. She kept grasping something under her shirt and whispering. After about an hour, she curled up into a little ball and fell asleep. She looks so cute when she sleeps, Jin thought. He then realized what he had just thought and shook his head. I cannot allow myself to have these petty feelings. All my concentration needs to be focused on finding my mother. Even as he thought that, the image of Ling curled up and sleeping lulled him into a world of peaceful dreams.

Jin awoke with a start to someone roughly shaking his shoulder. Without thinking he grabbed whose ever arm it was and pulled them forward before twisting their arm behind their back. "Yo, kid! I was just trying to wake you up! We've landed. We're at the Mishima residence and Heihachi is on his way to see you!" Jin let go of the poor guy's arm muttering a soft, "sorry." All the commotion woke Ling who was sitting up and stretching. Jin's gaze was momentarily drawn to her slim figure, but with a blush he decided the floor was very interesting.

Jin and Ling hastily got off the small plane and Jin saw his grandfather heading towards him. "Hello;" Heihachi said in Japanese. "Is this Master Wang's star pupil?" he asked, motioning Ling. "Yes," Jin replied, "and she speaks perfect Japanese." Heihachi chuckled saying, "that's good, because I don't speak a word of Chinese." Turning his attention to Ling he started to speak to her. 'Come, and we'll get you set up in your new quarters. I have no intention of hurting you, and while you stay here you will be treated as an honored guest." "Then let me go home," Ling replied. Jin watched worriedly as Heihachi's eyes narrowed in anger. "I'm afraid I can't do that, little girl. You see, I need your fighting skills to accomplish my aspirations, and nothing will stop me from getting what I want. My men can and, if necessary, will kill a little, smart-assed, Chinese girl's parents if it will help me in any way!" Jin watched Ling's eyes fill with tears, and she screamed "fine!" before allowing two of the Tekkenshu to lead her towards the mansion.

Jin followed them, just in case that Ling girl turned her anger into action and tried to escape. Ling was lead to her room and Jin noticed with dry amusement that it was opposite of his own room. Keeping all the prisoners in one area, huh Heihachi.

As soon as the guards left Jin retired to his own room. He found the book he was reading before all of this happened and attempted to read, but Ling's loud sobs could clearly be heard. With a sigh he got up and walked across the hall to her room. He opened the door and saw her sprawled out across bed, crying her eyes out. She looked up at him with a tearstained face and asked, "what do you want?" "Crying won't get you anywhere," he replied. Before he could continue she screamed in Chinese "what do you know about this?!?" She put a hand to her heart and continued. "You know nothing of my pain! How can you work for him and feel any of my pain? If you know what I'm going through, then take me back to China!"

"I'm just like you!" he replied, his voice raising unintentionally as he continued their argument in Chinese. He dare not switch back to Japanese, for if anyone heard them and could understand them there would be dire consequences. "Five years ago, my good for nothing father left my mother and I. Heihachi, whose my grandfather, took advantage of that and kidnapped my mother, faking her death. Without any other family, I was forced under his custody! If I don't do what he orders me to do, then he'll kill my mother! So yes I do know what you're going through, and no I can't take you back to China!" Having completed his rant he looked straight at Ling, as if daring her to say something. She looked shocked and switching back to Japanese she muttered "sorry, I didn't know." "How could you know?" he replied.

Their eyes met, and a connection similar to the one last night was formed. Except this time Jin didn't feel guilty, and he didn't want to run away. Jin saw Ling get off her bed and take a step towards him. He in turn walked towards her as if he were hypnotized. Just as they were only a steps apart, the door opened, and one of the maids entered the room saying, "Master Jin, Ms Ling, I could hear you screaming downstairs, what's the matter?" "Nothing," Jin replied. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Ling blushing furiously. The maid seemed to accept his answer and she left the room, closing the door behind her behind her.

This left Jin and Ling with in very odd position. Jin started "Uhhh.." at the same time Ling said "anyway." They both stopped in mid speech, waiting for the other one to say something when Jin just said, "Uhhh..I got to go um, train. I'll see you at dinner." Ling nodded and added, "I have to go ask someone about clothing. I can't live off of one outfit." "Go to Heihachi's office, it's downstairs on the right. You can't miss it." They both awkwardly trailed off into silence until Ling said, "I better get going," and left her room. She shut the door behind her, and Jin was left standing alone in Ling's room thinking what happened?