I should probably speed this fic to an unreal update spead so I can finish it before school starts! So as I'm writing this I'm wearing a school hoodie and my pajamas, lol. I like to talk and thank my first reviewer for each fic, but since there was that new rule I guess I can only say " Thanks bunches first reviewer!
Disclaimer: Lemme see, yep, still don't own them.
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The tape twisted around my palm tightly, stopping the blood flow to my fingers numbing them. I felt like a boxer with the white lines crossing over my hands. Well, I think there was a boxer in the tournament, so, it couldn't have been the worse decision.
My first fight always made me nervous, but slowly I just slip into it ,until just seems like a nuisance! But, the fight I lost made me feel ashamed that I could every think that and feel so high of my victory. My downfall ended up being a red-haired Korean with a mean head kick, it hurts just to remember.
"Ling Xiaoyu?" a Ref questioned me.
"Ah, yep!" that was probably a rhetorical question, I answered it anyways
"Your Fighting Julia Chang, please enter the are at this time." I remember fighting her last year, I won, barely. My agility was higher then hers but when she caught me, she'd sock me hard in the gut. Every area this year was so.. Normal. There places I might go if I on a Sunday (well, most). The area for this fight was around the Shinjuku part of Tokyo.
I stepped out greeted by the blaring sun shiny as it slipped through the tall building's of Shinjuku. Once in the middle of the ring Julia shook my hand, agreeing to a fare clean fight.
"LING XIAOYU VERSES JULIA CHANG ROUND ONE!" The speakers blared, they always got a little loud for me, I mean, I was standing right there and a knew who I was facing they really didn't have to shout it in my ear.
"FIGHT!" the Native-American woman double stepped towards me, striking at my mid-section which I blocked with my forearms. It was so familor, almost exactly like it started two years ago, if I remember correctly.
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"Some Korean, Hworang or something like that." the last fight two years ago didn't start of on a good foot. "He's pretty tough, you should quit now little girl." the snotty ref scribble something on his clipboard
"excuse me?" I shifter from my bench and glared over at him.
"No, never mind, you don't look to bright, maybe you should just stop dreaming and face the fact that you'll probably become a whore, but--" he was cut in by me upper cutting him in the chin.
I was so angry, Why would he say that? I'd never meet this guy before and he was predicting my future. More importantly I thought, if he could think this from just looking at me, what did the people I knew think about be? Did Jin's consider me a ditz? Some girl who'd just end up selling her body in the end? I looked down at the ref, he had passed out.
My fingers tensed, this was really too much for me, I was happy go lucky Xiao, and I needed to start acting like it!
I felt eye upon my form and looked up to see who my crowd was. Jin stared back at me, his eyes half massed, his lips smooth as he searched for the words to tell me
"Xiao.." he stepped towards me, ready to talk over what had just happened. I didn't feel like waiting for him to scold my actions
"Sorry, I have to go!" I turned and sprinted away.
Jin must have come to watch Hworang fight me, to see and note down his moves and habits. I had heard that there was a little rivalry between the two of them and they were probably going to end up facing each other.
My hand covered my face, in pity. 'I'm only 16! I shouldn't be here!' I thought, 'That's it I'm done, they'll disqualify me for sure!' I chewed my lip in fury.
"Xiaoyu." ah, that voice again, the one I just couldn't stop thinking about lately.
" Jin, I… I," I could finish the sentence that's what! I removed my hand from my face and turned to him, expecting a disappointing look on his features, only finding him to look just as normal as any day, still the same Jin.
"Am I disqualified?" My whispering voice shook with fear.
"Of course not, the referee will be fired though," uh-oh that must have meant..
"You heard what he said?" I looked up at him, he was much taller then me.
"Yes." today was just getting worse for me, but I had to know something.
"You don't think those things about me do you?" I looked down and gripped the back of my neck. "No, I don't the words he said to you were nothing about lies that's all." He turned away ready to walk into the crowd, what a great conversationalist. "Good luck Xiao, you'll need it."
Kazama Jin was my exact opposite, he was quite and content. All his thoughts and feeling where hidden to every one and me. And I was loud, giddy and wore all my feelings on my sleeve. Even with those facts, I was to afraid to tell him, then and now. I think my reason against it was the fact that I wasn't the only one. All the girls in school desired just to be looked at by him. Almost every day there was a new Love letter in his locker , or some random girl confessing, blush covered, their feelings to him. What was one more girl to be in love with Jin? Nothing, and I couldn't take that, so I just bit my tongue around him.
"Hey! Wait!" I shouted to him before he disappeared in the wild crowd. I rushed passed him then turned with a big grin. Grabbing his wrist I raised it to and equal height of my shoulder then intertwined our pinkies.
"When you fight that thing, no matter how tough that horrible creature is, promise me you won't die." I admit that was kind of stupid, but whenever I think of the rumors and everyone who was killed by 'The god of fighting' I was desperate to keep him safe, because, it scared me to think of him dying.
"Xiao I can't…" he tried to protest. "Please Jin, yakusoku?" my eyes pleaded deeply with those strong brown ones.
"Yakusoku." he nodded, I light smile touching his lips at my childish ways.
The last time I saw Jin I was laying flat on the area floor. The fire headed Korean had kicked me back. My eyelids felt like bricks and wanted to fall baldly, I knew I had lost. 'One last time' my minds raced 'I want to see the crowd shout for my last fight.' my head slowly twisted and I caught the eye of anyone I could in the crowd.
My pupils moved alone a line before I spotted him, starring at me. My strength was depleting but I had to do something just to make sure he would keep his words. With my last bit of energy I moved my lips slowly but surly to the word 'yakusoku.'
Jin nodded before turning and vanishing amongst the crowd. I guess my hopes where granted, I wouldn't have to fight Jin.
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What is about a promise that's so romantic? I broke my rule andused Japanese in the story other then the title (sorry) I just thought I had to be done to get the point across, I swear it's the only one! Please, please, please review! Until next chapter, cause you'll probably read this latter at night, Oyasumi!