D/C: I don't own Tekken…but I just got Tekken 5, and I'm more than happy with it!

I'm BACK! I'm so sorry for the REALLY LONG wait, but I've been busy and couldn't write a thing…I'm really sorry! But I've finally found some time to write this chapter, and here it is!

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 5:

Jin half wanted Nina Williams to shoot him and finish him off so that he could get over with this whole assassination thing, and half wanted to grab Nina around the throat and strangle her.

'So…you found me,' he said, trying to keep the tone of his voice calm and casual. 'Congratulations.'

Nina smiled, her gun still pointed at him. 'Can't say the same to you, Kazama, sorry,' she sneered. 'Because after I hear your last words, you're going to be so dead…and I don't think that's something to be congratulated for, am I right?'

Jin smiled shortly. He had to get out of here quickly before Nina could empty her whole gun barrel in his head. But how?

He took a quick glance around the place. The only way out was that door directly behind Nina…and the window directly behind him. Without pausing to consider the fact that he might be on a high floor, Jin spun around and headed for the window.

'Stop right there!' Nina shouted angrily, her finger pulling at the trigger almost instantly.

The bullets missed Jin by inches as he slammed in through the glass of the window. Glass shattered around him, and he fell down through the empty space in a wave of splinters. Luckily for him, his room was located on the first floor. He touched the ground lightly on his feet, and looked up, almost automatically, at the window, through which Nina's head was now sticking out.

'Kazama, you bastard!' she screeched.

Jin smiled coolly up at her, before sprinting down the street. Nina shot some bullets at his feet, but they all missed him. Jin looked around just in time to see Nina touch the ground after jumping from the window herself. He cursed under his breath; he had hoped she'd stay up there a little longer so he'd be able to lose her. He ducked into a small alleyway to his right, and ran as fast as he could. He needed to find the main road quickly; he doubted Nina would do any actual shooting there, which would make him safe for the time being.

'Jin, sweetheart, you know you can't hide from me forever!' Nina called out in a sing-song voice. 'So, be a good boy and stop this silly game of hide and seek, okay?'

Her words made him somewhat relaxed; it was obvious that he had managed to lose her for a while. He looked up ahead, and thought he could hear the sound of car engines and chattering of crowds in a distance. Main road must be close.

'Ha! Found you!' Nina shouted triumphantly.

Jin wasn't given the chance to turn his head around and look as a bullet hit the ground next to his feet. A second one only missed his face by inches. He could hear her running behind him, her boots clucking loudly against the ground, finger pulling furiously at the trigger.

Damn it. Where does this alleyway end? When does it end?

One bullet managed to find its target. Jin winced slightly as the bullet tore through his arm. 'Bitch,' he muttered, pressing his hand to his wound as he ran, in an attempt to stop the blood seeping through his clothes from spilling anymore.

'Gotcha!' Nina cried. 'How much further do you think you're going to run before you finally drop, eh, Kazama?'

Jin glanced back at her, a huge grin on his face. 'Not much!' he told her, because just up ahead, the alleyway opened onto the main road.

'Huh?' she said, confused.

Jin stepped out into the bustle of the main road; the honking of cars, the loud crowds swarming the sidewalks. He turned around and smiled at Nina, who was still standing, hidden, in the shadows of the alleyway. Jin could make out the mask of anger on her face, and he smiled cheerfully at her.

'Why, you…don't think you've escaped from Nina Williams; you're far away from that,' she hissed, before melting altogether in the shadows.

-

The receptionist, Carla Andrews looked up in surprise as a boy and girl screeched to a halt before her desk. They were both panting, and the boy was clutching onto the desk for support, while the girl slumped down to the floor altogether. Carla rose up slightly from her seat, feeling anxious.

'Are you alright?' she asked, concerned.

The girl looked up at her, smiling through a very flushed face. 'Don't worry; it's just that we ran to get here.'

Carla frowned. 'Well, wouldn't a cab have been a better option to running?' she asked.

They both exchanged looks, and laughed rather nervously. The girl scrambled up to her feet and folded her arms against the desk. 'Never mind that,' she said hastily. 'But if you really want to help us, you wouldn't mind telling us where Jin Kazama's room is…would you?'

'Jin Kazama?' Carla repeated.

'Yes, he was admitted into your hospital earlier today,' the boy told her. 'We read that in the paper.'

'Oh, that one,' Carla said, comprehension dawning upon her face. 'Well, I'm afraid I can't let you in unless you're related to him…are you related to him or to the girl, Anna Williams?'

'Jin's my husband!' the girl said, sounding agitated. 'I'm Xiaoyu! Jin must've told you about me! He would've wanted you to call me!'

'I'm sorry, miss,' Carla said. 'But Mr. Kazama hadn't spoken a word to anyone yet…he's still out of it, you see?'

'Well, then, I'm here now,' Xiaoyu said, twirling her hands in the air. 'Surely you're going to allow me see him? He's my husband, after all.'

'I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't,' Carla said, smiling apologetically.

'Look here, missy, we've come a long way searching for Kazama, we're tired and hungry, so you don't want to be messing with us, We won't allow a person like you to block our way,' the boy said angrily. 'So, you'd better tell us where you've kept him!'

'Yeah! You tell her, Hwoarang!' Xiaoyu urged him on.

Carla leaned away from him in her seat. 'Y-yes, sir,' she stammered. She quickly turned to her computer and typed Jin's name. 'Well, Mr. Kazama is on the first floor, room 50.' When she looked up, they were already gone. She quickly lifted up the phone receiver and dialed a number. 'Security?'

Xiaoyu and Hwoarang hurried to the elevator. They crammed in along with the other people there, and Xiaoyu stretched out across a stretcher bearing a guy in his late teens to reach the number plate. She hit her fist on the button bearing the number one.

'Hey, hon, that's one hot body you've got there,' the guy commented in a strong southern accent.

'Thanks,' Xiaoyu said, smiling sweetly, while Hwoarang just rolled his eyes. The elevator reached the first floor, and they both left the lift. 'Bye!' she called to the teen.

'Won't Jin mind if you flirt with other guys?' Hwoarang said wearily.

'No, of course not, it's just innocent flirting,' Xiaoyu said confidently.

Hwoarang didn't think he ever heard of anything called innocent flirting. 'And being caught in a car with a beautiful assassin isn't?' he demanded.

'Absolutely not!' Xiaoyu said hotly. 'Now shut up and help me find room 50!'

Hwoarang sighed, but didn't bother to respond. He started looking at the number plates above each door…46…48…50! He reached out and grabbed Xiaoyu's arm. She was about to protest, but he pointed to the number plate.

'Yes! We found it!' she exclaimed happily. She hurried forward and tried the knob, but the door wouldn't budge. So she started hammering furiously at the door. 'Jin! Open up! I won't forgive you if you and that whore are doing anything funny!'

'Er…Xiaoyu…' Hwoarang murmured as he tapped her shoulder. He glanced around embarrassedly at the people who were staring them. 'I think you should keep it…'

'Stand aside, Hwoarang!' Xiaoyu said, a look of deep determination on her face. Hwoarang was just starting to wonder what she was going to do when she lifted her foot and kicked at the door. 'Jin!'

They both walked into the room and looked around. They paused when they found no one except a mass of bandages on one of the beds. Looking closely, they realized it was a body. Then, Hwoarang grabbed Xiaoyu's arm and pointed to the window, which was entirely smashed.

'He left…' Hwoarang muttered.

-

Jin trudged along the street, head bent down and hands stuffed deep inside his pockets. He looked quite a sight. His sleeve was torn and bloody, his hair was messed up…he would've looked more of a sight if he had his bandaged hands out his pockets.

He didn't have any money to check himself into any hotel; his bag was lost in the car explosion. He couldn't admit himself to any hospital, since he knew Nina would be on the look-out for him. His plan was to wander aimlessly till he found some one who would help him. What made things worse was that he didn't know any one in the vast city of New York.

He sighed and slumped down on a wooden bench, and put his head between his hands. Passer-bys shot him curious looks, but none stopped to ask him what was wrong with him.

Jin wondered how Xiaoyu was doing without him. He chuckled. Knowing his wife, he was sure that she was probably freaking out about his disappearance. Oh, how he missed her…

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder…and a sharp jab in his back…

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A/N: Done! I'm so proud of myself! So, what do you think happened just now? Eh? Any suggestions or opinions? If you do have any, then I'll be waiting to hear them…or read them…in a review! Wait for my next chapter!

- S. N. B.