A/N: Eehehe. Ehehe. Sorry oodles. Uhm...yeeeeaahhh, on MySpace, people make accounts for Tekken charries, I'm like...er...right...; well anyways, here's an update. I've been super lazy and just scribbling in this tattered notebook from a million years ago. Actually it was last year. Thanks to all that reviewed! I heart you guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any related characters. I will never.
The wind blew with an outrageous ferocity that evening. It was the night before I was leaving for Japan. I had my suitcase packed, my grandfather's well wishes, my mother's concern, and my wristbands. Panda wasn't joining me, she was going to be transferred later on, mainly because she didn't have the ability to fill out papers. Er, well, she did, she just didn't feel like doing them this time around. Miharu had fared well with training, and she was to accompany me on my trip across the sea. I couldn't of been more pleased.
This cold evening, I found myself unable to sleep, Miharu had no trouble, dreaming of Hwoarang sweeping her off her feet. What a wish. Pfft. Anyways, I rose from my sheets, the sliding door to the balcony looking more appeasing with every shadow. My footsteps were light as I slipped out into the night, the wind gently teasing my hair. For once, I wore it to bed down. Slowly, I let a hand rise to the railing. My bruised and scarred fingers wrapped around the wood, and I shut my eyes.
The air swam with emotion, my body weak against the cold bench. A boat blared it's call, the sound barreling over the wavering seas and to the people awaiting it. I rose to my feet, the fare was cheap enough so I could use my own money, and I began to join the clamor around the docks. Such a small and shanty ferry it was, but I had no care. Suddenly, I smelt a familiar scent, a scent that made me woozy and giddy. I turned to face Jin Kazama. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes containing a cold worry.
"Ling! You did not leave!"
I merely stared upon his face, a face that much looked like his fathers in such lighting. I was ashamed, I refused to look him in the eye, and pressed myself to bow my head.
"Please..." He pleaded, his hands grabbing for the suitcases, I refused to allow him to take them. A woman slammed into my shoulder, and she shot me an angry glare as my belongings clattered to the cement, blocking her passage. A large hand lifted my tear stained face. Damn him for always seeing me crying. I swear, it was perfect for a romantic movie, but instead he stammered out; "Xiao, you cannot leave. The tournament is tomorrow. The beginning, what you have been working for. All of this..." Jin always knew how to make a girl swoon. Not. Like blinded animal, he pulled me into his embrace, holding like I was going to fall into a never-ending abyss.
"I'm sorry for being such an idiot, Jinny. I'll go back home now." I squeaked, my voice muffled in his school blazer.
"Good. I would have missed you if you went back home." He released me gently, a slight blush creeping amongst his pale face. I smiled at him, a smile filled with gratitude in those simple words.
"I would miss you too, Jin Kazama."
The boat pulled into the docks, and the people swarmed amongst us like flies, trampling my suitcase. I could tell Jin wanted to fling one particular man into the polluted bay, but instead kindly smiled and picked it up.
I exhaled, my eyes reopening. Before me was a vast forest, reaching mountains in the West. I played in that forest since I was young. It relied on such things as sunlight and water. Without those things, they would die. Like my acceptance for Jin's leaving. That would die, and I would once more be consumed in anger. As if I was dead, I shuffled back into the small and dark room, unlit by the moonlight. I roved the edges of my mat for The spot, and curled under a blanket. I finally learned, and understood, that his leaving was for the best, but I had to see him again, as he went after me, I would go after him.
Ehhhh, kinda short. Super sorry. I just typed it up and stuck it up here. I really wanted to get this idea out of my head, it was bouncing around for a while. Oh, and by the way, this is the LAST story that will be all pointlessly useless, the tournament will be in the next chapter! w00t.