A/N: Alright, I'm going to try to actually keep this up before deleting it. And let's hope that I won't get sick of writing this. It starts off slow, so bear with me on this one. It will get more tekken as it goes on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken. Yet.

"What happens-" Miharu Hirhano started.

"Blah, blah, blah, we know, Mi, we know…" I said, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes.

"I was only warning Ikiro about it…" She said innocently, which wasn't working too well.

The said girl glared at Miharu, "I'm not THAT bad…am I?"

She received a blank stare from me.

"Anyways…Xiao, you want to go first?"

"Uhm…not really…I was planning on going to bed early tonight until you idiots came and screwed it up."

"Oh shut it, you know you were surprised when Ikiro had brought you that scarf from Venice." The red headed girl shifted her position on the couch.

"JUST GO! I'm BORED!" Ikiro announced, punching my arm.

I sighed elaborately, looking from Mi to Ikiro. My eyes stopped on Ikiro.

"I dare you to…drink out of the puddle in my driveway."

"Ewwwwwww that's horrible and I didn't even get to choose what I wanted!"

"Your point? You said you were bored, so I gave you something to do, now do it."

She huffed in defiance but leapt over the back of the couch and to the door way.

"You sure you want me to do this?"

"I'm positive."

"Fine." Then she stepped out into the rainy night, with me and Miharu huddling in the doorway to make sure she would follow through. The girl with the pink pajamas kneeled by the puddle, "I could die from this you know, things that cars leak and stuff…"

"You can die painting your toe nails…wearing lipstick, using someone else's-" Miharu began listing, but I shot her a look.

"Why am I always the one to be cut off…"

Ikiro stood up and looked around until she found a fountain on the corner of my yard, she pointed to it, basically asking if that would be better. I nodded and she walked over to it, craned her neck, slowly lowered her head to the water…

"TODAY! It's cold!"

Then, trying to prove her point she quickly snapped her head forward but received instead of air, water.

10 minutes later Miharu and I were still laughing outside of the bathroom door, where Ikiro had refused to get out of the shower. Suddenly, Miharu's pink Hello Kitty cell phone started chiming away some song.

"Uh huh, yeah….yes….oh awesome…alright….no, I'm with…yeah them….sounds good, talk to you then, yup….bye….ok! I get it, bye."

"Ikiro, me and Xiao are going to go meet Tyushu and Aikido…" She taunted.

"Xiao? I don't think so."

She shushed me.

The door flung open with a very different Ikiro standing there. Makeup was caked on her face, she was wearing her school uniform, smiling brightly.

"Let's go! What are we waiting for?" She chirped, shoving past me and Miharu. I leaned against the wall, wishing I was in a better mood, but I wasn't.

"Alright, let me get changed and we'll go, you too Xiao."

I yawned, "I'm staying in, have a great time. Make sure to shut the door after you…don't bother stopping by tomorrow, got training with Grandfather."

"Tournament's over."

"So? The fourth one's coming faster everyday, I've got to be ready."

"Oh, bummer…guess I'll see you tomorrow."

I only nodded, accepting coolly that she wasn't listening to anything I said.

Mihaur had quickly changed and made herself look like a clone of Ikiro. While I walked upstairs into my room where my computer was, I was laughing at how overly stupid they looked. Maybe Julia had wrote me for that science project I couldn't understand. I opened my email account, and clicked on inbox. Once there I scrolled down to the look at the titles; junk, junk, junk, junk, junk, junk, unknown sender, junk, junk, junk…wait, unknown sender? I eagerly clicked on it, even though that could of easily been a stupid thing to do if some moron implanted a virus within it. It seemed like years had passed by time it loaded. There, in the smallest font was;

"Do not enter the fourth tournament. It's for your own life. Heihachi Mishima is not to be trusted. Please do not except the invitation."

Jin. Jin Kazama. That spiky haired kid who was the best in the Mishima Poly Tech school, and his grandfather being the only man who ever lived to remind me of my own grandfather. He didn't seem like someone who would show affection, even one so small as this. I shook my head, I was giving this too much thought, the answer was simple, as soon as I got the invite, I would go, no matter what. I had to see Jin again.

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