Love Worth Fighting For
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I am making no money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. I however own all the characters that are not apart of the Tekken franchise. All rights reserved.
Chapter 3
The Aqua Garden mall had only been opened a year ago and was one now one of Tokyo's proud new establishments. It was widely used publicly and people travelled far to visit all the new illustrious shops that had opened up within the four walls. It's was seen as one of the most posh publicly used buildings in modern Japan.
Miharu thought it was a great place to shop, and had always liked it better than the last mall they had, which recently became a car park across the other side of Tokyo.
Today, she was clothes shopping for things to wear during her participation in the tournament. She was looking out for shorts and sleeveless tops, and articles along that line for her to compete in.
She stepped out of 'Foppish', one of the new brand named shops. She juggled a couple of bags of clothes from what she had just brought from while holding the door for another person to enter. They thanked her and she carried on her way.
The 'Foppish' clothes were nice, and she had luckily been able to find some things that she wanted, but thought that most of the clothes they sold there were either really too provocative or very overly priced. It didn't matter though, she had got what she wanted and she now had to keep her appointment with meeting up with her friends.
Xiaoyu, Mika, Rubi and Yumi had promised to meet her around noontime for lunch at the Café Macaron, which was only just across the way from where Miharu was. They hadn't been able to make it out early in the morning to help Miharu with her clothes shopping, but had promised to hang out afterwards for lunch.
She made her way over, swinging her many bags about, suddenly cringing at how full the café was. The Café Macaron was very popular, and at this usual time, businessmen would come in for lunch. It was the normal stop off for people who had their lunch hour at this time and just wanted a nice, hot dinner.
Miharu stepped inside to the smell of freshly brewing coffee, the obvious stench of cigarettes from the smoking corner and the riveting aroma from the many plates of juicy meats and steamed vegetables. It was the usual perked café smell.
She grabbed the only vacant table near the doorway and set her bags into the seat next to her. She let out a tired sigh and sat back, stretching her legs beneath the table.
A waitress came over to her almost immediately. She was dressed neatly in a peach coloured skirt and blouse, with a small apron around her waist that had a large open pocket, clinking with money as she moved. The café's name sewn onto the left breast pocket of her shirt and her nametag with 'Rika' on was pinned on the right side.
She dipped into the breast pocket for a glittery notepad and grabbed a cute 'Hello Kitty' pencil from behind her ear.
She smiled that usual warm and welcoming smile, which waitresses seemed to present so well. "Hi there, what can I get for you?"
"Oh, could I have a soda, please," Miharu answered, fumbling for her purse in her bag. "And a cream bun."
"Sure, I'll be back in a moment," and Rika, sauntered off.
Miharu held her purse at top her bag against her lap, waiting for her to come back with her order. Though they were busy, her order was pretty simple enough to get. She checked her watch and saw it was ten to twelve. Her friends would be there soon.
Rika came back with her orders and Miharu paid her and she was left to sip an icy cool soda, and stare at the most scrumptious looking cream bun on the planet. She snagged a bit of the cream that had seeped from the pastry and lapped it up off her finger, smiling contentedly. There was nothing like a good sweet treat to reboot her energy after a good morning of shopping.
She scanned the café idly, bored with having to wait for her friends to show up. The room was packed with people moving about to get to tables and the waitresses going about to take orders. The noise was so loud, she couldn't even hear herself think, though there wasn't a lot on her mind, only her considering of visiting the Mishima funded facilities to go to her training before her first match, which was a day or so away.
The facilities were part of the large hotel complex, which Heihachi Mishima funded. During the tournament, only people in the tournament were allowed in and out. The large halls, turned temporarily into make shift dojos, were very spacious and well adapted to use for training.
Miharu went nearly everyday, but didn't know whether to decide to take the day off or not. She was tired and the hot air around the café wasn't making her feel any better.
For a second, she thought her eyes were showing her a mirage for how hot she felt, because again, like she had seen nearly a week ago at the banquet, that familiar spiked back hair style stood out prominent through the crowd. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, looking again. It was no mirage; someone with the widows peak hairstyle was sat a few rows a head of her, practically obscured by moving people.
She shifted to get a better look, having to look over and through people to see if it was Jin or not. Whoever it was had his back to her and was dressed in a pale shirt with a dark jacket hung over the back of the seat. Staring long and hard at him, she suddenly felt a burst of excitement. It just had to be Jin!
She jumped up, nearly knocking her chair over. She dodged through the crowded café, desperate to get through. She felt her heart leap into her throat as she was practically at his table.
"JIN…" She stopped abruptly as he turned.
Her face went pale and her stomached twisted. It wasn't Jin at all and she felt the pang of embarrassment hit her right in the face.
The man she was staring at was much older than Jin, maybe a decade or so. He was much darker skinned, dressed more business like, and noticeably his face was set blankly with a stern touch. She almost melted in a sudden shudder as he stared at her, an eyebrow raised. She couldn't help put notice the scar on his left cheek, and she felt a sudden cold reminisce come from him. She was glad his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, though it was strange that he would wear them indoors.
She stepped back and quickly bowed. "I'm sorry, I uh…" She backed away further, timid under his hard stare. "I thought you were someone else…"
She turned and nearly collided with a waitress carrying trays of food. She apologised quickly and went round her, managing not to trip over a chair in her path. She slunk off back to her own table, sinking low in her seat as she shakily ate her cream bun, trying to pretend it never happened.
***
Kazuya Mishima watched the young Japanese girl run away like a frightened rabbit, going back to her table and trying to hide behind her food. He looked over at her intently, seeing how afraid she was to meet his gaze. He turned to his associate sat at the table with him, who was completely oblivious to what had happened, behind a cup of coffee.
"Konoha, I'm certain I've seen that girl before, who is she?"
The man across from him looked up and adjusted his glasses as he looked at the girl that his boss was referring to.
"I'm not sure of her name, Mishima-sama, but she is a participant in the tournament. She was finishing up her training at the hotel's training facility when we went there."
Kazuya turned from looking at him, and back to the girl for a moment, who was nursing a drink in her hands, staring at it as if it was the most important thing in the world. She had called him Jin mistakenly. He knew that name of course. It belonged to his son, the person he was trying to find. Jin had something that belonged to him, something that would make him complete. Maybe that girl would be able to help him in some way…
He returned his attention to Konoha. "I want you to find out who that girl is. Everything you can. I want to keep my eye on her. She maybe of some help to me."
"Yes, Mishima-sama," Konoha answered.
A woman dressed in a navy business suit, skirt riding high on her long legs, sank into a seat by Kazuya, handing a hot drink to him. She was another one of his associates. "So, what's with the girl? I noticed she pretty much raced over to you like a moth to a light bulb. You know her at all?"
"No, she thought I was someone else," he said, sipping the hot fluid gratefully.
"Aww, what a shame, I bet it would have been nice to have a little fan," she sweetly teased. "Or maybe something more…"
He turned slowly to her, his face never changing from the stern blankness it always displayed.
"It would be wise of you to be a little less suggestive of my personal affairs, Miss Safaia," he warned monotonously.
She bowed her head, though the rather tantalising look on her face never changed. "I am sorry, Mishima-sama." She flashed him a smile, watching him roll his eyes behind his glasses. She took a sip of her drink before speaking again. "So, you drag us out here for lunch to discuss business. Now we are settled, what business did you want to talk about?"
Kazuya arranged the cuff of his sleeve, not looking at the other two. "It regards how things will be dealt after my inevitable victory at the King of Iron Fist Tournament." His eyes raised to them, a small glint of red, glowing behind the left lens. "Because I can tell you, I will make sure things change for the better when I take control of the Mishima Financial Empire…"
***
"Woah, Miharu!" Xiaoyu said, taking a seat ahead of her friend. "You look spooked. Something the matter?"
"No, not really… just, uh, the prices of clothes…"
Xiaoyu laughed. "Never be surprised at that! Everything is so over priced in here!"
Rubi took a seat next to Miharu. "You sure that's all?"
Miharu nodded, a little too fast. "Yes, very sure. Thanks for worrying about me."
Rubi looked at her with a confused expression as Miharu just smiled at her meekly, but she left it well alone as Yumi and Mika started arguing over the drink orders, and she had to play referee.
Miharu cast a glance past her friends to the man she had sorely mistaken for Jin. He was now talking to the other people at his table, and it looked like formal business. She felt her spine turn to jelly in fear as she looked at him. His presence alone seemed to make her quiver and she knew she'd be afraid even more if he had actually said something to her.
After a moment of talking, he stopped and looked back over her way, as if he had known she had been looking his way all along. She couldn't look at his face for more than a second before turning back to her friends.
She knew that somehow she'd end up crossing paths with him again.
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I am making no money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. I however own all the characters that are not apart of the Tekken franchise. All rights reserved.
Chapter 3
The Aqua Garden mall had only been opened a year ago and was one now one of Tokyo's proud new establishments. It was widely used publicly and people travelled far to visit all the new illustrious shops that had opened up within the four walls. It's was seen as one of the most posh publicly used buildings in modern Japan.
Miharu thought it was a great place to shop, and had always liked it better than the last mall they had, which recently became a car park across the other side of Tokyo.
Today, she was clothes shopping for things to wear during her participation in the tournament. She was looking out for shorts and sleeveless tops, and articles along that line for her to compete in.
She stepped out of 'Foppish', one of the new brand named shops. She juggled a couple of bags of clothes from what she had just brought from while holding the door for another person to enter. They thanked her and she carried on her way.
The 'Foppish' clothes were nice, and she had luckily been able to find some things that she wanted, but thought that most of the clothes they sold there were either really too provocative or very overly priced. It didn't matter though, she had got what she wanted and she now had to keep her appointment with meeting up with her friends.
Xiaoyu, Mika, Rubi and Yumi had promised to meet her around noontime for lunch at the Café Macaron, which was only just across the way from where Miharu was. They hadn't been able to make it out early in the morning to help Miharu with her clothes shopping, but had promised to hang out afterwards for lunch.
She made her way over, swinging her many bags about, suddenly cringing at how full the café was. The Café Macaron was very popular, and at this usual time, businessmen would come in for lunch. It was the normal stop off for people who had their lunch hour at this time and just wanted a nice, hot dinner.
Miharu stepped inside to the smell of freshly brewing coffee, the obvious stench of cigarettes from the smoking corner and the riveting aroma from the many plates of juicy meats and steamed vegetables. It was the usual perked café smell.
She grabbed the only vacant table near the doorway and set her bags into the seat next to her. She let out a tired sigh and sat back, stretching her legs beneath the table.
A waitress came over to her almost immediately. She was dressed neatly in a peach coloured skirt and blouse, with a small apron around her waist that had a large open pocket, clinking with money as she moved. The café's name sewn onto the left breast pocket of her shirt and her nametag with 'Rika' on was pinned on the right side.
She dipped into the breast pocket for a glittery notepad and grabbed a cute 'Hello Kitty' pencil from behind her ear.
She smiled that usual warm and welcoming smile, which waitresses seemed to present so well. "Hi there, what can I get for you?"
"Oh, could I have a soda, please," Miharu answered, fumbling for her purse in her bag. "And a cream bun."
"Sure, I'll be back in a moment," and Rika, sauntered off.
Miharu held her purse at top her bag against her lap, waiting for her to come back with her order. Though they were busy, her order was pretty simple enough to get. She checked her watch and saw it was ten to twelve. Her friends would be there soon.
Rika came back with her orders and Miharu paid her and she was left to sip an icy cool soda, and stare at the most scrumptious looking cream bun on the planet. She snagged a bit of the cream that had seeped from the pastry and lapped it up off her finger, smiling contentedly. There was nothing like a good sweet treat to reboot her energy after a good morning of shopping.
She scanned the café idly, bored with having to wait for her friends to show up. The room was packed with people moving about to get to tables and the waitresses going about to take orders. The noise was so loud, she couldn't even hear herself think, though there wasn't a lot on her mind, only her considering of visiting the Mishima funded facilities to go to her training before her first match, which was a day or so away.
The facilities were part of the large hotel complex, which Heihachi Mishima funded. During the tournament, only people in the tournament were allowed in and out. The large halls, turned temporarily into make shift dojos, were very spacious and well adapted to use for training.
Miharu went nearly everyday, but didn't know whether to decide to take the day off or not. She was tired and the hot air around the café wasn't making her feel any better.
For a second, she thought her eyes were showing her a mirage for how hot she felt, because again, like she had seen nearly a week ago at the banquet, that familiar spiked back hair style stood out prominent through the crowd. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, looking again. It was no mirage; someone with the widows peak hairstyle was sat a few rows a head of her, practically obscured by moving people.
She shifted to get a better look, having to look over and through people to see if it was Jin or not. Whoever it was had his back to her and was dressed in a pale shirt with a dark jacket hung over the back of the seat. Staring long and hard at him, she suddenly felt a burst of excitement. It just had to be Jin!
She jumped up, nearly knocking her chair over. She dodged through the crowded café, desperate to get through. She felt her heart leap into her throat as she was practically at his table.
"JIN…" She stopped abruptly as he turned.
Her face went pale and her stomached twisted. It wasn't Jin at all and she felt the pang of embarrassment hit her right in the face.
The man she was staring at was much older than Jin, maybe a decade or so. He was much darker skinned, dressed more business like, and noticeably his face was set blankly with a stern touch. She almost melted in a sudden shudder as he stared at her, an eyebrow raised. She couldn't help put notice the scar on his left cheek, and she felt a sudden cold reminisce come from him. She was glad his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, though it was strange that he would wear them indoors.
She stepped back and quickly bowed. "I'm sorry, I uh…" She backed away further, timid under his hard stare. "I thought you were someone else…"
She turned and nearly collided with a waitress carrying trays of food. She apologised quickly and went round her, managing not to trip over a chair in her path. She slunk off back to her own table, sinking low in her seat as she shakily ate her cream bun, trying to pretend it never happened.
***
Kazuya Mishima watched the young Japanese girl run away like a frightened rabbit, going back to her table and trying to hide behind her food. He looked over at her intently, seeing how afraid she was to meet his gaze. He turned to his associate sat at the table with him, who was completely oblivious to what had happened, behind a cup of coffee.
"Konoha, I'm certain I've seen that girl before, who is she?"
The man across from him looked up and adjusted his glasses as he looked at the girl that his boss was referring to.
"I'm not sure of her name, Mishima-sama, but she is a participant in the tournament. She was finishing up her training at the hotel's training facility when we went there."
Kazuya turned from looking at him, and back to the girl for a moment, who was nursing a drink in her hands, staring at it as if it was the most important thing in the world. She had called him Jin mistakenly. He knew that name of course. It belonged to his son, the person he was trying to find. Jin had something that belonged to him, something that would make him complete. Maybe that girl would be able to help him in some way…
He returned his attention to Konoha. "I want you to find out who that girl is. Everything you can. I want to keep my eye on her. She maybe of some help to me."
"Yes, Mishima-sama," Konoha answered.
A woman dressed in a navy business suit, skirt riding high on her long legs, sank into a seat by Kazuya, handing a hot drink to him. She was another one of his associates. "So, what's with the girl? I noticed she pretty much raced over to you like a moth to a light bulb. You know her at all?"
"No, she thought I was someone else," he said, sipping the hot fluid gratefully.
"Aww, what a shame, I bet it would have been nice to have a little fan," she sweetly teased. "Or maybe something more…"
He turned slowly to her, his face never changing from the stern blankness it always displayed.
"It would be wise of you to be a little less suggestive of my personal affairs, Miss Safaia," he warned monotonously.
She bowed her head, though the rather tantalising look on her face never changed. "I am sorry, Mishima-sama." She flashed him a smile, watching him roll his eyes behind his glasses. She took a sip of her drink before speaking again. "So, you drag us out here for lunch to discuss business. Now we are settled, what business did you want to talk about?"
Kazuya arranged the cuff of his sleeve, not looking at the other two. "It regards how things will be dealt after my inevitable victory at the King of Iron Fist Tournament." His eyes raised to them, a small glint of red, glowing behind the left lens. "Because I can tell you, I will make sure things change for the better when I take control of the Mishima Financial Empire…"
***
"Woah, Miharu!" Xiaoyu said, taking a seat ahead of her friend. "You look spooked. Something the matter?"
"No, not really… just, uh, the prices of clothes…"
Xiaoyu laughed. "Never be surprised at that! Everything is so over priced in here!"
Rubi took a seat next to Miharu. "You sure that's all?"
Miharu nodded, a little too fast. "Yes, very sure. Thanks for worrying about me."
Rubi looked at her with a confused expression as Miharu just smiled at her meekly, but she left it well alone as Yumi and Mika started arguing over the drink orders, and she had to play referee.
Miharu cast a glance past her friends to the man she had sorely mistaken for Jin. He was now talking to the other people at his table, and it looked like formal business. She felt her spine turn to jelly in fear as she looked at him. His presence alone seemed to make her quiver and she knew she'd be afraid even more if he had actually said something to her.
After a moment of talking, he stopped and looked back over her way, as if he had known she had been looking his way all along. She couldn't look at his face for more than a second before turning back to her friends.
She knew that somehow she'd end up crossing paths with him again.