In Darkest of Shadows
Summary: Jin's in deep, who will be there to save him? JinXiao
Disclaimer: I own not Tekken, which of course I'm sure you know, for I be not Namco.
Chapter 1
I was always quiet. I never spoke much. I thought she understood that I couldn't hear her. Pensive, I was, very deep in thought. Judging by the way I looked on, I figured she'd take the hint. But still I heard her voice but discerned not the words. Too many things were going on.
Breaking into my thoughts, a hand fell in front of my face. Back and forth, it moved.
"Jin? Jin!" Ling Xiaoyu's voice snapped me back to attention.
"Huh, what?"
"Why don't you ever listen to me?" She seemed either vexed or angry. I couldn't tell.
"I'm sorry, Xiao." I didn't bother to elaborate.
"I never know what's on your mind. You never speak a word. I don't know how to help if I don't know what is wrong." There is no helping me, Xiao. You should know that by now.
"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu! Wait up!" A voice called to her from behind. I didn't care who it was, just as long as it kept her off my back. But still, I turned to look. Asuka Kazama stood staring into my face, the same girl who shared my name, though we have no relation.
I am Jin Kazama, the quiet one, always deep in thought. A world of problems around me and Xiao only added to them. At times, I enjoyed her company, but not when she vexed me about my problems.
My father, Kazuya Mishima, passed a curse to me when he impregnated my mother, Jun Kazama. She died when I was fifteen but the curse still haunts me. The devil within turns me into a monster. I need concentration to keep it from taking over me; obviously, Xiao doesn't understand that.
By now Asuka and Xiao were gossiping, about what now I don't care. I took this time to escape.
"Jin!" No dice. She caught me.
"Xiao, I have to go. I'm sorry, I just didn't want to interrupt." I really didn't have to but I didn't want to stay with Xiaoyu.
"Oh, Jin, don't be silly," she waved her hand in my direction. "You're never interrupting." Giggles escaped her lips. I put up a hand as a parting signal and left them. Where I'd find myself next, I had no clue.
Where did I find myself, you ask?
Well, after I left the gossiping duo, I went home and fell asleep. But when I awoke, I wasn't in my bed, where I'd fallen asleep.
I found myself in a dark room, bound by chains, with the curse of the devil tearing at my insides. And this is where I am now, in the basement of the Mishima compound, screaming in pain as I transform into what I never wanted to be, a creature of death and despair. I may as well be in hell.