Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Don't own Tekken.

Summary: Its time of year again, the annual fishing trip!

Jin Pov

It's about 1 in the morning as I wake myself up for a wonderful sleep, but the excitement was all the adrenaline I needed to get up at such an hour. I sneak quietly into Xiao's room to see she's been asleep for awhile already and while I don't have to heart to wake her up, I still want to go on the annual fishing trip. Well it wasn't last year, but now I've made it a tradition.

I hear her stir and for some reason being around Xiao made me smile more then ever. Sure, that whole Italian take-out incident would have changed the dynamic of anyone relationship, but for some we blocked it out and we never spoke of it again. I like how we didn't have to deal with anything that could forever change our relationship but at the same time I wanted something out of it. But I don't mind for now.

I sneak quietly, like an animal ready to pounce on its prey. As I get closer I see her sleeping form and her teddy bear Mr. Darcy… Which being a lit major annoys me to no end. I move my hands slowly and with it I give Xiao a violent jerk and instantly throws her out of a once peaceful sleep

Ling: What, what? Jin, what the hell are you doing?

Jin: Wake up! Its time for the annual fishing trip.

Ling: That stupid trip you took me on last year? No, Jin Kazama let me sleep so I can enjoy my weekend!

Jin: C'mon you loved it last time.

Ling: As much as being impaled with a gigantic railroad spike.

Jin: In some cultures that's consider fun. So c'mon.

Ling: Who the hell does that?

Jin: I don't know…

Ling: I'm not getting out of this bed.

Jin: Yes you are.

Ling: hey what are you doing? Wait… don't you dare… You drop Mr. Darcy right now.

Jin: No.

Ling: You better.

Jin: How about no?

Ling: You immature ninkapoop!

Jin: Where did you get that word from?

Ling: From your mom.

Jin: Nice.

Ling: Now let go of Mr. Darcy!

Jin: I will not.

Ling: You know how childish this, your going to blackmail with a teddy bear.

Jin: Whatever works, I always say.

Ling: Well you know what I say, Jin's a crazy son of a…

But she was interrupted when I toppled on top of her, my stomach lying on top of her back.

Ling: Oh Gosh Jin, how much do you weigh. You're crushing me!

Jin: Alright, in exchange for air and safe return of Mr. Darcy you will go on that trip with me.

Ling: Jin, this is so childish!

Jin: then why are you about to give in?

Ling: I was not about to give in.

Jin: Yes you were.

Ling: Listen here you twisted megalomaniac, but you better get off me.

Jin: No, not until you decide to go on the trip…

Ling: I will never go!

45 Min's Later

Ling: I can believe I'm going…

Jin: C'mon you'll love it. Well drive past the field where supposedly 3 hillbillies got impregnated by aliens.

Ling: You know I wish to pregnant with an alien baby just to get out of this. And you know what, I hate fishing, I think its dumb.

Jin: Well, too bad, your in the car are you not…

Ling: Well damn it Jin I didn't have much a choice when you picked me up and ripped up Mr. Darcy.

Jin: I know…

Ling: Damn you Jin, I loved Mr. Darcy.

Jin: Look on the Brightside; you get spend the day with your best friend.

Ling: Oh… Are we meeting him at the lake?

Jin: Ouch Xiao, that hurt…

Ling: Oh, I'm sorry…

Jin: That's okay… I forgive you.

Ling: Oh thank you so much Master Kazama.

Jin: Well I just wanted for us to bond…

Ling: We can easily bond back at the apartment.

Jin: Not as well as you can on a boat. Look at a Leonardo Dicapro and Kate Winselt when their characters got on the titanic… They get so close they fall madly in love…

Ling: And Jack ends up with eternal frostbite and Kate's character Rose has to pry his dead, icy cold hands off hers and he slowly sinks to the bottom of the sea so she can continue living.

Jin: You ruined my point.

Ling: I'm sorry… No please continue, please.

Jin: How about, um…

Ling: Quit, you can't think of anything and you never will..

Jin: Thanks for the support Xiao…

Ling: Anytime… Hey when are we getting there...?

Jin: Maybe never…