A/N: Thank you for commenting. Admit, admit, I updated faster...yeah, but things are going to slow down again because school starts the 6 of September...and you know. Yeah, so HibiscusRose and Thee Slushee, you rock!

Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken. Never will, and I don't wanna. Ok, so yeah I do. Shut up, loser.

Phoenix stance. Bayonet. Parry. Cartwheel.

Sweat pulsed from my pores as I executed each move, each stance, each little step, each perfect breath….

"DAMMIT!" I screamed, kicking the sand weight before me. Why, why did I continue to do these things every year? I never won. This was pointless. In despair I fell to the ground, hugging my knees. First, Miharu and Ikiro are total losers who shouldn't even CALL themselves my friends, my grandfather was in some hospital, and my mother was a nervous wreck hovering over him. Why couldn't I be 16 anymore? When nothing mattered but Jin and amusement parks? A slight smile then tugged at my lips. Amusement park. Xiao-land.

"YES!" I screamed, leaping up in pure excitement. If I did win the tournament, I would build an amusement park, then have money to search for Jin, aannnddd keep my parents from those grueling work days.

"Ling Xiaoyu, please keep it down." Came my father's booming voice from the study.

"OK!" I called.

A loud sigh was my reply.

The rest of my practice ran quite smoothly, my new goal fueling the desire to win.

Later that evening….

I was soaking in a hot bath, replaying the conversation me and my brothers had about the amusement park. I had announced my decision over dinner. Of course, my business man of a father shook his head, mumbling something about the Mishima's. However, the kids wouldn't shut up about it, wondering if I would name a ride or two after them, and maybe even design one for them. I eagerly answered their questions, happy to erase the worries from my mind. I lifted my hands from the bottom of the tub, watching the water drip down from my fingers. Déjà vu sharply rung throughout my body.

We stood in front of a fountain, the one in the courtyard of the Mishima Institution. It was after school, for no staff or student wandered the premises.

"You want me to do your math homework...again?"

"…Meh...yeah..." I said, staring up at him with the cutest face I could muster.

He looked down at me with pity; "Liinngg...no, you have to learn how to do it yourself."

"Hmph." I said, attempting to plop down on the edge of the ornament like in those movies. Except it didn't work to well because I forgot it had rained, and by now my butt had become soaked. I tried to leap up, but my foot slipped and I fell backwards into the water.

I clawed to the surface, gasping for air like it was a 60 foot deep, shark infested ocean.

Jin was laughing manically, I glared at him as he walked over and lend me a hand weak with amusement. Gaining some balance I yanked him into the water beside me.

"That's what you get for not doing my math homework."

"Oh yeah?" He said, running his hand through his dampened hair.

"Yup." I splashed him before climbing over the edge and grabbing my bag. Some random staff member appeared out of an office.

"Come on! Let's go Jin!" I whispered, and he and I ran off laughing hysterically, leaving the red faced assistant principle calling after us.

I let out a long sigh, a giddy smile still on my face. That was probably the first time I had seen him laugh so hard, and times after that, times that usually occurred due to my demise. I dunked my head under the water and rose up, I got out and got dressed.

Walking to my room, I heard my father chatting with some random business associate on the phone. He never was off that stupid thing; I'm surprised my mother is still married to him. I know I wouldn't be. Opening my door, I found a note slid under the door. Oh great, most likely from Miharu…

I sauntered slowly over to the door, and pulled the note out.

"Ling,

I don't think u will be safe going alone to the tournament. I really am worried about u, so maybe me and u should go 2gether? It would be s0o cool! So…yea, u kno, just get back 2 me. I already am practicing with some guy who worked with ur grandfather, so we can fight the same!

P.S. He's so0o0o cute!

-Mi"

"She needs to learn how to write." I muttered to myself.

I guess it wouldn't hurt; it would definitely give me something to concentrate on. A motivation. I folded the note neatly and shut it in a drawer. I picked up my cell phone, which was identical to Miharu's Hello Kitty phone, and dialed her speed number. This would interesting.

A/N: Don't you love my netspeak for Miharu? It's definitely authentic. Anyways, please review. I love it when you do!