I was home, doing homework, when apparently, Xiaoyu decided to teach José Japanese. And of course, she herself had to buy a Japanese-to-Spanish dictionary. So she began her lessons cheerfully as she was proud to be teaching someone else while teaching herself as well. She did not say things properly of course but he understood.
The first thing she asked him, in her recently learned language, was '¿Te gusta Lindsey?'
"Leticia?" he asked, oblivious to my English name.
"Ah," she flipped through the small dictionary. "Sí, you like her?"
"Ya." He wondered why she would ask.
Of course I knew this not at the time. So I continued my talk of Jin Kazama. And he would listen to me talk admiring, as he called it, 'my beauty,' but of course I denied it. Any chances of this slipped from my mind.
Once I asked him if I should tell Jin of my feelings and he said yes; but what I didn't know was that he only wanted to make and keep me happy. And he knew that if I was rejected by Jin he could comfort me and it wouldn't be very suspicious in my view, just a friend helping in time of need.
Spanish became our secret language. We could talk for hours about nothing in particular.
José had certainly been right. Jin hated me. I poured my gut to him and all he could do was hate me for who I am and who I was. So, as José planned, he was who I ran to. He held me and I cried on his shoulder.
Ling walked up to find out what happened. Clearly she saw I was crying. But I could say nothing. José spoke in clear Japanese, "Jin told her no." Xiao understood.
I pulled my head from his shoulder for a second. "W-wait, when did you learn Japanese?" I asked, speaking Spanish.
"Ling taught me," he spoke Japanese, perfect Japanese.
"I see you've been studying," Ling smirked.
"Yeah," he chuckled. He heard me sniffle and pushed my head back onto his shoulder.
Xiaoyu smiled at him.