I walked into Mishima High, shivering, the cold air seeping through my clothes, with my head held high. I walked to the door of the office of Mr. Heihachi Mishima. As I stood, my hand clutching tightly on the doorknob, I heard voices, shouts, from the other side.
"Alright, Jin, if you're so sure she'll be here, where is she?" Mr. Mishima yelled. Jin. Jin was waiting for me.
"Don't worry, grandfather, she'll be here."
"Grandfather?" I whispered to myself. The doorknob turned in my hand and I entered the room. "Sorry, I'm late. I had a few," I paused and looked to Jin, "things," I paused once more. "to settle." A wide smirk ran across my face.
"See what I tell you?" he smiled and hugged me.
"Good," Heihachi grunted. "Now, your mission." He cleared his throat. "Operation X236368."
"It went well. Successfully actually." I smiled. "the 'object' was thrown to the ground in a bloody mess." My smile was now a smirk. "I believe, now, we know who is the better assassin."
"Too cocky," Jin sang as he scratched the back of his neck.
"I don't fricken care," I said through clenched teeth as I glared at him. I then returned my gaze to Heihachi. "So, Mr. M., why me? Why this mission? What exactly was your point?"
"A client of mine asked me to pick a student, female, for a little project she's working on. And since you almost killed, um, what was her name?"
"Chang," I said. Jin was shocked. She was a pretty good fighter.
"No, it wasn't Julia, was it? Who knew she'd take after Michelle…" Mr. Mishima breathed. A long sigh passed from his lips as he went to take another breath. "Well, you almost killed Julia, and so I figured you had the strength and talent and loyalty needed to complete the job. And plus, ah—my client, wanted rid of hir—of Nina and Miss Williams had been in my way as well. I thought it was the perfect task to be sure you had all the qualities needed. And Jin, of all people, I'm surprised you agreed to help her, perhaps you weren't sure that it was my doing? And you weren't really needed much, I presume? Why, I only told her to pick a partner for the sake of her not be lonely and it would make her job somewhat easier. I figured she would pick that cheerleader girl. But obviously she is very fond of you, perhaps more than her best friend."
"I am aware of that, sir," Jin stated with a cold look of hatred towards this man standing before him.
After we left the office, I stopped him. "Jin, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he lied.
"I can see it in your eyes, Jin, something's wrong."
"I—I don't get along with my—Mr. Mishima."
"Your grandfather?" I suggested. He looked at me, slightly bewildered.
"I never—how'd you know?"
"I overheard through the door. Listen, whatever it is, I want to help."