"Hello?"

Jin's voice was more confident, now that he was actually on the phone instead of face to face. It was a problem that he had developed from being away from any human contact for a good, long while, and he made it a point to get over it one day.

That is, if I don't turn into a monster first.

"It's me… Jin. Y'know, from the club?"

"Oh, the cute one who can dance really well? Hey, nice to hear from you!"

He cringed. She sounded so innocent- of course she was, she didn't really know him. On the other hand, he didn't really know her, either. So he considered himself safe, as well as her. It didn't have to go any further than a friendship and a flirt.

Then again… there was something about her…

"Yeah, nice to hear from you too. So then, what should we talk about first?"

"Yeah… what to talk about. Well, how about fighting? We both seem to have that in common. What kind of style do you use?"

He shrugged on his end. "Just karate. Nothing special, really. You?"

She had a note of pride in her voice as she rattled off her full style name. At the mention of it, Jin just about dropped the phone.

"Kazama-Ryu Aikido."


Since people couldn't seem to get enough of the first one…

Kanto The Slayer presents a Tekken song fiction…

Caught Up!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.

A.N. – You guys are really something else. You actually want to see this kind of stuff? Meh... Well remember, it's only a story- a concept that just came to mind once upon a time. It's going to take all I've got to keep this going. Any advice would help.


He had to catch his breath at the mention of his mother's art. Calm down- it's only natural that others use it as well. There is nothing wrong with that, right? Just keep it together.

"Hello? You still breathing over there?"

It was ironic that she had said that, though it was meant as a joke. He was busy trying to get air back in him again. When he composed himself, he sighed deeply.

"I'm fine. Just a little shocked, that's all."

She sounded a little confused. "By the technique? It's just a special brand of aikido, that's all. Not very well known, either, but then again, something so effective isn't supposed to be well-known."

He had to smirk at this. She certainly had a lot of pride, for someone who was supposed to be able to fight. "You're awful confident, in your Art, aren't you?"

He could almost feel the smirk from the other end of the line. "You better believe it. I've had to break up more fights in Osaka than you can imagine with that style- so yeah, I have to be confident."

He had to agree. One needed a certain level of self-assurance to fight someone in the first place- but they also had to be careful that confidence didn't turn to arrogance. She seemed to have it together in that department. He liked that.

"I'm betting you wouldn't mind sparring with me one day, huh? After all, it's just karate, and mine's nothing special either."

Jin shook his head. If only she knew how special it was- the massive spiritual power that one was able to command if they were a master of the Kazama-Ryu style of Aikido. Still, he would just have to see just how strong she was.

He would be a good judge- he had used the technique himself, once upon a time.

"I'd be honored. When?"


Jin arrived on very familiar grounds that afternoon, wearing his customary blue and white hooded jacket, a golden flame motif on both the pants and jacket, looking as if the whole thing were on fire. He wore a black skintight shirt underneath the jacket- all in all, a plain enough outfit, for a fight..

He managed to get himself back here, even after all those years of abandoning the place- and now here he was, just off the bus from Shinjuku. He took a look around, and found that the place had not changed after all this time.

He couldn't help but smile as he re-entered one of the many places where he had been raised.

So, Asuka is a student here. No wonder she talked so much about it. I'm betting that she's the top student, too. Or maybe not- we'll see for sure.

He walked in, only to see that she was already practicing, wearing the usual montsuki, along with the hakama and tabi. She had a black obi around her waist- three stripes.

Damn… I suppose I'm going to have a rough time. But does she understand the truth behind the style? These techniques aren't just any old style. This art is used to slay demons… or at least, that's what mother told me.

She was quiet, the only thing sounding off were her kiais as she delivered her attacks in a hitori waza, stomping when an opponent was downed, striking at enemies that only she could see. She slammed forward, one foot slamming down on the ground hard as she shoved her palm forward, apparently ending the practice.

The force of the attack sent a shock through the ground, and even from where he stood, Jin could feel it.

She really is strong… just like mother was.

As she bowed out of the practice, wiping her forehead with the cloth that she had tucked in her hakama, she spoke without turning around, her speech directed at Jin.

"How long have you been standing there?"

He smirked. She definitely had the spiritual powers too. But just to check…

"Long enough. How did you know I was here?"

She shrugged. "Just felt something. Had a feeling you were here, you know? It's kind of like... 'Ah, there he is, just like I expected.' Know what I mean?"

He nodded. He knew exactly what she meant.

"Yeah. I have to say, you looked graceful in that hitori waza. More like a dance than a fight. But then again, I wouldn't want to be the guys stuck in that situation- I could feel your power strikes all the way from here."

She turned to him, quirking an eyebrow. "You know more about this than you let on. What gives?"

He stayed silent on the subject, and started loosening up. It was just about show time.

"Hello, earth to Jin? You there or do I have to put a bokuto to your head?"

He sighed to himself. This would be difficult. "Fine, I'll let you in on it… if you can best me. You said that you still owed me a sound beating… well, here comes your chance."

She smiled with a mock sweetness. "Oh, you don't want that… I could break your heart, not to mention your ego. You sure you wanna get beat by a girl?"

He shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time."

The smile turned into a cruel, almost evil smirk. "Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you."

After they were done stretching, the two of them bowed to the portraits before they walked on to the mat, and Jin even took off his shoes before stepping on. He had one hand on his hip and the other one hanging loosely, as if it were simply wasting time.

She wasted no time in bowing, and got into her stance. He simply and sharply inclined his head, daring her to step forward with an attack. Afterwards, he got into stance, and waited.

For a long while, no one did anything. Then Asuka's eyes narrowed and she cried out as she rushed forward.

"Hajime!"


Watching from the sidelines was a mysterious figure that had somehow slipped in unnoticed. It was a hulking figure with red eyes, wearing something along the lines of an oversized trench coat. Most of his clothes were torn to shreds, but that was very likely, considering how damned big he was.

He said nothing for now, simply watched the two of them.


Asuka leapt through the air, kicking out at Jin with her right leg. He managed to block it with both arms, though the attack had made him stumble backwards. Not wasting any time, she spun around as she landed, hitting Jin right in the solar plexus with her left fist, before striking two more times with said same fist, once in the face, and with another spin, another time in the gut.

With one final double lift kick, he was sent into the air… only to be sent spinning with a heavy uppercut, and hitting the ground hard.

But she didn't stop there, as she cartwheeled through the air, aiming to land right on top of him.

Not this time.

Jin rolled away, allowing her to stomp on the area where he once was, the floorboards nearly breaking under her feet, even with a training mat.

Such strength! Fine… how's this?

As he rose to his feet, Jin landed an uppercut to her jaw that happened to send her off of her feet, and followed with two quick right backhand blows, finishing the job with a left shin kick that sent her flying toward the mat.

She was in pain, but managed to roll away and quickly stand, getting into stance again.

"Not… too bad."

He stood up, equally hurting, but still able to fight.

"You're pretty good… yourself. But this… is where your momentum stops."

She cautiously approached him, still in her ready stance. "Oh? What makes you so sure?"

He smiled and dropped his stance, completely lowering his guard. "I know your style like the back of my hand. The few moves you've shown me are enough."

She dropped her guard, ever so slightly… "Huh? And well do you know this-"

Before she could say style, he was advancing, seeing the drop in her guard. He slid low, getting ready for a thunder hook fist that would send her reeling. And she didn't see it coming, seeing as she was momentarily startled.

What the- he's so fast!

His left hook connected against her ribcage, and she held it in pain… only to look up and find that a right thrust punch was headed her way. And she couldn't find a way to block that one, either. The attack connected solidly with her nose, followed by a downwards left cross, knocking her to the floor.

As Jin raised his left leg for a downward axe, she managed to roll to the side and end up in a crouching position, still holding her aching side. She smirked anyway. Jin was in for a surprise… As she rose to her feet, she swung out at him with two sets of wheel kicks, her legs arcing in two horizontal circles.

She didn't even complete number one.

Jin grabbed the first leg that he could get and threw her towards one of the mats on the wall, her body slamming safely- and yet still heavily- onto the mat before sprawling onto the floor.

"Twin cloud kicks. It's a simple move, but effective when one least expects it. You see now? I know every move you're going to make, before you make it."

She lifted herself to her feet slowly, glaring at him as she did so. "There's no way that's possible! The only way that could happen is if you had trained in this before, and I don't see any evidence! Sure, you know… you may have studied it outside of the dojo. But I'm not going to quit early, just because you know a few tricks!"

She rushed again, and Jin performed a low left leg sweep to knock her off of her feet… just as she moved her right arm downwards to catch his leg and throw it to the side, following up with a double attack, the knuckles of her left fist slamming into his chin before she delivered a palm strike with her right arm.

Jin hit the ground again, and he was starting to get irritated. So she knew a few other techniques. He would simply have to be careful, that was all. He sprung back to his feet and shuffled his way towards her, wary of any odd movement.

Of course, she was on the offensive again as soon as he got to his feet, a left jab aimed for his face. Though he had little time to do so, he parried the attack and swung at her in a right uppercut, nearly hitting her square on the chin.

She suddenly turned to her right, avoiding the attack altogether, then turned once again until she was completely on his side before delivering a hard spin kick to his head, her heel slamming into the back of his head, flooring him again..

He simply got back up, a look of utter frustration on his face. He might have been able to predict her moves, but she used them in such a way that he wasn't able to counter. He had a grudging admiration for her as he got into stance again.

She's a genius at mother's style. I can't counter her effectively, and if I attack head on, it'll just be disastrous.

"Well? What's the matter? Are you out of fight already?"

He sighed to himself. He was going to have to attack head on anyway… so he ran forward again, preparing to attack. She met his rush with the same kick she had opened the fight with, trying to knock him skyward again.

This time, he saw her set up for it, and as soon as she delivered it, he slid underneath the attack, leaving her exposed. As he rose from his crouch dash, he delivered a hard right roundhouse punch, sending her spinning through the air and onto the mat again.

It took her longer to get up from that one.

"I admit… you're pretty strong. Stronger than I thought you'd be," she said as she lay there on the mat, looking up at the ceiling breathlessly. "I think I'm going to have to take a break."

Jin smirked. "Does this mean that I win?"

She sat up and huffed at him. "That what you want me to say- that you won? After we knocked each other back and forth like that, I'd say that the outcome is still uncertain. After we take a little break, kinda cool down a little, I'm betting we'll be able to finish this. Besides, I'm betting you're as sore as I am right now."

He frowned at this. Sore, was he? It would take more than her attacks to make him just sore, as if he were-

"Ugh…"

He almost collapsed to the floor, but stopped himself with one hand and one knee. Her assault had finally taken its toll on him- he suddenly had a new respect for her. He was almost sure that she had the same- he wasn't one to pull his punches on anyone, once they decided to fight.

"See? Not saying that you didn't do the same to me- I've never seen anyone fight with such strength as yours. You sure it's just traditional karate?"

He kept silent. If only she knew why he had lasted so long against the might of her attacks. In all truth, every hit had an effect on him- he just couldn't feel it until now. And at this moment, the strain on both of their bodies was just a bit much. But he didn't feel like lying to her- besides, she could probably tell, just like his mother, when someone wasn't being honest.

"Maybe I'll tell you one day; just not now."

Because if I told you now, you wouldn't want to see me again.

She shrugged it off, apparently satisfied by his answer. "You'd better. Otherwise, you won't hear the end of me."


Later, the two of them stood in front of the dojo, smiling at each other.

"That was great; you really are something else."

He shrugged the compliment off, as if he had gotten it all the time, which he didn't. "It's just the fruits of my training. It's all I do these days, what with school being a complete bust."

She quirked an eyebrow. "You mean you dropped out? What for?"

He shrugged. "Can't really remember why in the first place. Things just happened at once, and so fast, that I didn't really have the time for it as much."

She looked at him with the look that said 'yeah right, I'll believe that when pigs fly.' "Oh really? What would possibly detract you from school and friends and all that? I couldn't imagine a world without it, though it can get boring at times."

He smiled at her again, knowing exactly what she meant. "Yeah, it can get boring. Tell you what- I'll tell you my problem one day, and maybe everything else will piece itself together from there."

She shrugged. It sounded better than a no, though it was not exactly a yes. "Deal."

He nodded. "Well, see you. Thanks for the spar."

As he walked away, she called after him. "Wait!"

He stopped and turned his head only.

"Are you going to call? I mean, you've got the number for a reason, right?"

He smiled yet again. He couldn't seem to stop doing that.

"You know it. Talk to you later."

With that, he was at the bus station, and heading back to Shinjuku.


The red eyes were back in the dojo again, hiding in the fading shadows as if there were some tangible energy within the training hall- something which he didn't take a kind outlook to.

The boy is beginning to awaken… but that girl could be a problem. I must eliminate her in order for my plans to carry on. Her power is already too great… I must act quickly.

Then the malevolent eyes faded, and there was silence again.

For now.


Chapter 2: The Spar

I can't believe that you people wanted more of this.

Well in any case, here you go. Took me a good long while to set up the fight scene. Tell me what you thought of it, okay? Oh, and no flames- I'm trying my best to create something unique. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

Ja ne.