a/n: Hello again, or not again! I was fast updating this time, yay! I'm a bit busy with school and stuff (exams are soon coming...omg). Hope you read and review! And most of all, I hope you enjoy this story much as I love writing it? Go on now!

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Chapter 4:

Again

Monday morning. It had been some days with Jin Kazama showing up at Mishima High School, even though he was finished and had started his own life, he kept turning up. This was something that made Ling Xiaoyu possessed to ask him one day. He just smiled and went off. Even this made the Chinese girl kinda angry. Something seemed so wrong. Was she dreming? Or had she forgotten some parts of her life? She started thinking again. She couldn't sleep at night. Staying awake, laying in her bed with her pillow fasten over her face. Jin told her that Monday would be the last day he visited their school. Xiaoyu would miss him. He brought her lunch in every lunch time, sometimes he even bought it to her. He had learned to not eat her food. Maybe it was because Xiaoyu hit his back head each time he tried to steal it.

As Ling Xiaoyu clicked her key into the key hole on her apartment door and got it locked, she ran down the stairs and found her way towards her daily high school. Her eyes spy her friend sitting on a bench glaring at some kind of paper. He raised his head as he saw Xiaoyu tumbling up to him, but he got this sight over his face and placed the paper he was holding in his pocket on his school costume shirt. Xiaoyu gave him a smile and sat down beside him. They didn't talk before Harumi and her gang bossed over them making them bump into together as they laughed and giggeled, yelling "Freak" and "Bitch". Jin smiled half a smile and went in the head of her continuing into their class room. Xiaoyu couldn't do anything but to furrow a brow.

Their teacher welcomed them and greeted Jin Kazama warmly and started an conversation while the whole class opened their ears in enjoyment.

"So, Jin! You're a Karate master, or what? Is that your real job or something? I mean, you make money on that?".

"I'm a trainer at some Dojos over the world. I travel round the world, not just learning people Karate, but I also join couple of Tournaments here and there." Jin shrugged placing one hand over the other. "I guess you guys have heard of the King of Iron Fist Tournament!".

The whole class shouted "Yes" at it, the boys louder than the girls. Xiaoyu sat next to Jin with her head down in her math book. She knew lots about his job, so this wasn't actually interesting, or new... But one thing was pretty strange, Jin enjoyed talking. He liked being heard. Xiaoyu didn't blame him, he deserved it, somehow he did.

"That's amazing! You won Tournament 4...that's very good in an age of 21." their teacher replied again nodding at Jin as he wrote something on the blackboard. The words come together in a word, and he smiled at a pupil raising her hand, "You mean...Heihachi, the head of the Mishima Zaibatsu?".

"Yes, Ayame!".

Jin looked over at Xiaoyu. He bended closer and whipered something into her ear, "I'm so sorry about the other day, Xiao." he snickered.

Xiaoyu's expression faded into a red colour, then she turned her head to see if someone were listening, then she turned to Jin again, "About what?".

His smile fell and he looked into the other direction. He tapped his left arm up on the window frame, continuing laying his head on the top of it. Xiaoyu looked up at the teacher in her pine of being very confused. The man up next to the blackboard was talking about Heihachi Mishima and about his disappearing. They started an conversation about their school with no boss when Xiaoyu raised her hand.

"You know that Heihachi satue outside in the school yard, right? Well, what if Heihachi never pop up? What will hapen to that statue, then?".

Jin came along and answered that, "I think I can give a good answer on that one...destroy it!" he replied with a happy tonefall under his breath. The others in the room joined in the laugh, exept for Xiaoyu, "But...that's not fair...".

Even the teacher shouted "Burn the damn thing!". What was happening here? Xiaoyu had to be sleeping!

Jin Kazama could sense Ling Xiaoyu's madness when the lesson was over and they waited for the next one. The corridors were full of students waiting for their call. Both Jin and Xiaoyu stood side to side right outside their classrom. With Xiaoyu's small size, Jin almost fell over her where they stood very tight together. Xiaoyu had to push the ones in the head of her to breathe straight. Then she turned to Jin in her angry mood.

"I've asked you this...like...hundred times, already! Why the HELL are you here? Be HONEST! Something tells me that your lying." she hesitated while shouting in his ear so he could hear what she was saying.

Jin whispered back into her ear, "I'm not lying, Xiao. I'm here to visit friends. By friends, I really mean you." he finished seeing their teacher coming in his sight, "Our lesson is to start!".

Xiaoyu had to move away when the door got unlocked. They found their seats and watched the others coming in.

"Xiaoyu?" Jin asked with his sight looking out of the window. Xiaoyu looked at him, then she put her arms up on the desk while turning her head in another direction. "I'll be off by the next lesson...this is our last lesson together." he shrugged and got his sight onto some birds flying past, "Don't you wanna learn how to fly?" he suddenly replied, making Xiaoyu to flipp in his direction and hitting his back head. He had to hold one hand over the spot she hat hit him, "What was that all about...?".

"Figure!" she debated with a bitcy accent as she moved her desk and chair longer away. Jin noticed it and streamed up from his chair and walked up to her, leaning down on the floor with his knees at the floor, "What is it with you today?".

The Chinese girl looked at him with glassy eyes ready to slip some tears, "Today? You think this is only about today? God, you're dumb...".

Two guys walked past and gave them a whisper. Jin shocke his head at it and took Xiaoyu's hand making her stand up, "I gotta talk with you!" he excused and drew Xiaoyu with him, but before walking out of the room, he excused it to the teacher too.

Xiaoyu hadn't any choice than to listen to what he had to say. Maybe he would tell her his secrets?

"Xiao...have I done anything to make you angry...? It gotta be something...!" he asked and moved his foot over the floor, a sad expression went over his face as he tapped Xiaoyu's shoulder to make her turn around, and she did come along, only then, she stept back and got wide eyes, but she didn't say anything. Jin continued and took both her hands in a hold, "Listen, Xiao... I'm sorry for acting like a moron... But my life has changed a lot lately... Hope you understand!" he sighed at her.

The Chinese tried to talk, but no words come. She didn't know what to say. Her brain went black. Jin stood there in his handsome figure with the perfect looks. His personality shon up the room. He seemed like a new person. His black hair had gotten longer. A lot of hair hong over half his face like too much fringe. He didn't smile.

"I'm leaving for England tomorrow...I'll be back in about two weeks." he confessed and let her hands go, continuing coming closer and moving all of her hair at the back, then stroking her chin. This time she didn't blush. It was like she had forgotten how to. She watched him go back into their lesson. The pupils gave him an applause when he tumbled in the doorway.

When the door slapped together, Xiaoyu got to her mind, letting her whole face to be red. Jin had a life. Finally in years.

Loneliness. A word no one will feel. Ling Xiaoyu felt like this. Her friend had just left. Maybe it was time for him to let her go. Some kind of dream they had been dreaming had to stop. Xiaoyu got lots of flashbacks as she saw Jin Kazama leave in his limo. He gave her a smile before he moved ahead. The Chinese girl, dressed in a sweet Japanese school costume. Two ponytails. Green shoes. A package of lunch. Jin had bought it to her. Chicken sandwich. Her favourite lunch food. It was his gift to her before he left for real. If they would meet again, Xiaoyu would probably say thank you for the lunch, she just got her mind on her forgetting to thank him.

Why didn't she share a word with him? She had shut up on the wrong times. He left without her good-bye. It was this crazy feeling that made her so lonely.

Never did Jin make her feel this way. She cared about him, like never before. No reason, she just cared. Maybe it was love. But what was love?

The school day got to its end by 3:00 pm. Every pupil ran up the streets, leaving only Ling Xiaoyu in the middle of the school yard. Easy, she walked towards her home. But as she came close enough to see a motorcycle standing outside the building, she turned and got sick again. Some red haired guy smirked at her and blinked while making his bike give a roar. So sick.

As Xiaoyu swept past the corner, she could hear the red haired Korean like guy coming driving after her. She fasten her speed and sped up. But he got her to stop when he jumped off his motorcycle and coming running after her.

"You haven't answered my letters yet..." was his sad reply as he let it to be a gasp, "And you haven't called me, either...".

Xiaoyu gave him a sneer, "You know what!", she started, "I don't know who the hell you are, AND, I don't wanna get to know you. So, good-bye and never talk to me again." she told him and turned to start walking away. She passed some people and got the guy coming after her again and yelling at the same time, "Xiaoyu? Don't tell me you're dating, Jinny, please?".

At this, she turned to him, "Yup. Go home now!".

When Xiaoyu turned a corner again, she couldn't see him following her.

She started thinking again. When she said those words, dating Jin. It felt somehow good. A strange thing actually. Dating. Hell no. She couldn't see them dating that way. Jin was more like...not the romantic one. But in her dream, he felt so real. His romantic accent and cute expression. It wasn't him. He wasn't like that. Romantic...cute!

Tomorrow, she would visit her panda. It had been a while. Eating icecream and watching people walking past. Shopping. It would make her think about other things than Jin Kazama.

A gang of people stormed from each side. They continued up the sidewalk and found their placees right in front of the news stand. With yelling and shouting at each other, they fought about handling the last newssheet. Ling Xiaoyu came past as she turned her head to see a picture of a village in a total mess, and a forest in bursting fire. Some couple got the last paer in their hold and ran for their life when the others sprang after them. What was they so desperate about? It was just a newspaper!

Xiaoyu continued towards her home. She opened the outer door and found her way up to her apartment. As she unlocked the door and came in, she felt bad again. A flash washed through her mind.

Xiaoyu...

Are you there?

Please...listen to me...?

The devil is not killed yet...

Its soul have captured someone...

You got to help me...?

Please...listen to me...?

The Chinese heard those words clearly. They were telling her something. She had heard them before. She knew it. Somehow a black shadow approached from the livingroom. A creature over the wall. It came closer. Then Xiaoyu sensed it just was her imagination. Everything were fine.

I'm forced to do something.

But I can't do it by myself.

Come to England and do help me.

This is our fight.

You helped me before.

You can do it now too.

I'm begging...

Words sprut through her mind again. The same voice. A harsh voice. Weak but strong.

Ling Xiaoyu threw her bag on her bed as she sat down on her chair near her window. The light pink colour on the wall reminded her of flowers. Her bed stood beside her table with bunches of books. Near that one, she could see some couple of letters. They had been there for a while now. She haden't opened them yet. It was kinda scary. That red haired guy had been after her. But something told her that they had met before. In sooner life maybe. Who could forget that red hair! Sunglasses over his eyes. Leather jacket and pants... She had to get ridd of that letters.

"God damn he's sick..." she said to herself and stood up abruptly from the chair she was sitting on, and continuing out the doorway. Then leaving for her livingroom. But as she saw a big creature laying in front of her window, she spun down on the floor with tears meeting her hands as they flew down her chin. She scraped one hand over her eyes to see better. It was still laying there. Black and white fur. Eyes closed. The big body laying onto the side. Blood making an ocean over the floor.

Xiaoyu could say one word when she came closer.

Panda...

She stroke her hand out to meet her figure of warm wind coming over her body as Xiaoyu limped near her onto both her knees.

What...I don't...understand...

She looked around her to sense no wounds.

Blood...but no wounds...

She got some red remarks on her fingers when she looked back at her friend again. But this time, it was nothing to see. She looked down at her hands again. No blood. She shrouded some Chinese words in mystery.

What is happening to me...?

The Chinese girl looked through the livingroom. No sight of diasters, nor blood. Panda just blew away like she hadn't been there. Xiaoyu continued up onto her feets and going into the bathroom just by the livingroom. There she took off her clothes and decided to take a shower to calm down.

Hot water come over her whole body. She used her swamp to get bubbles all over herself.

Delicious.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax. But when she opened them again, she certifyed the same red colour over her white skin. Blood came instead of water.

Oh my God...

She spun out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Then she looked into the mirror. No blood to see. As she walked near the shower again, only water came down.

It's the devil...isn't it!

To be continued...

a/n: Finished with chapter 4. Enjoyed, or not? Tell me. This chappie was a bit strange with mystery. Well, Tekken got fantasy, so it does fit. Thanks for reading! Hope you'll stay tuned for more.

Love...

Victoria