a/n: Hello again! I really hope you're enjoying my story as much as I love writing it.

Chapter 10:

Mood

When Ling Xiaoyu arrived her daily high school, Mishima High School. Her friends stood in a circle and talked as they always did. But just when they saw their poor friend walking past them, they called after her. On of them ran over to her and gave her a hug. In that sence, Xiaoyu slipped away and walked alone inside the building.

"Maybe she got some problems with her boyfriend!" one of them joked and the other girls started laughing.

Xiaoyu limped inside her classroom and found a seat in back of the room. No one had entered. As soon as she looked outside the window, a tear squeezed itself out and made its way down her face and landed on her hand.

"Not now... I can't cry now... I can't... feel like this right now..." she remined herself and washed her tears away continuing calming down to her childish aura. But her two ponytails had flipped and got her to change attitude and style at the same time. Her favourite clothing had gotten into soaked blue jeans and a bare top, but she always wore a school costume at school, before, she liked it, now, she hated it. She looked tired, and she was, all of it was too much to handle...

The school day went to its end, and there the Chinese girl walked for her home, on of her friends scared her from behind with a boo.

"Don't do that, Harumi... I'm not in the mood..." Xiaoyu warned.

The girl with long black hair smiled sarcastically, dressed with her school costume likely to Xiaoyu and all the other girls in school.

"Some new thing's up, or what? You can tell me, Xiao!" Harumi replied spinning her finger around to make Xiaoyu pay her attention.

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?".

Harumi lost her face at the way her friend talked to her, "Fine! See you tomorrow!". Then she left talking angry to herself.

Xiaoyu stopped and closed her eyes pointing her head at the ground, "I'm gonna find you, Jin... I guess I really need you around... even as a devil." the Chinese girl said softly.

Just when Xiaoyu tapped inside her apartment, she turned on her computer, that she had gotten from her parents in her birthday present. When she thought about it, she soon hit 19. The first thing the Chinese girl did at the net,was to check out the latest news from Japan. But only more news from the Yukushima forest and the Kensai village. The FBI had gotten the case to an end, and they went onto their lastest chance of coming to an answer, but nothing really helped them finding anything. Though Xiaoyu felt bad about all this, she also felt really pleased. These black featers only reminded her about Jin Kazama.

"Oh... my... Lord...!".

Followed by a jumping reaction, she sprint up from her chair and gave herself a push not to start yelling crazy. And with only one thing in her mind,

Yoshimitsu,

she pressed her arms around her head. Wouldn't he find her when he found out something? Yes, he said so. But though Xiaoyu sat down and tried to relax, her brain wristed around. After two hours with surfing on the net, the girl got to hyper and decided to take a walk by the pavement, in the dark. And the thought of getting to see Jin again made her look into each corner she proceed. But nothing made her see him, so she walked inside a minishoop and found herself some chocolate, candy always got her lonely days to go much faster than usual.

When Xiaoyu got back home, Hwoarang's motorbike stood parking outside her house. A happy feeling spread itself inside her body, then she ran upstairs hoping to see the red headed Korean.

"Hwoarang?" she asked looking after him. But after seeing a letter lying in front of her door, her feelings went back to be cold again. She took it up and opened the top, then she took out the paper inside.

hi

i dunno how to write your name, but that doesn't matter i guess...

anyways... wanna hit the town someday, i gotta showe u some!

if you're wondering, i really wanna get to know you ;o)

like you haven't noticed...?

hwoarang

After reading it three times in a row, the little Chinese girl gave the room a last sight and tumbeled inside her apartment and closed the outer door.

"What am I doing...?" Xiaoyu asked herself there she threw the letter in the trash and jumped down onto the sofa. A mutter tone pressed under her breath, making her run out to the toilet and puke. Everything made her sick. Every single bit of it. Sick of love, wasn't she...!

The next day, Xiaoyu stayed home, but got a call from her teacher asking her why she was staying home since she alway was the first one to enter the classroom each day. Her teacher understood and said it was okay, but Xiaoyu promised to come to school the next day. Well, she hoped to be there, she said lying. These friends of hers only asked all these questions and babbeled about nothing important. Ling Xiaoyu, she had changed to something els than a normal teenage girl from China, the little figure had become serious and calm, but lonley and nervous.

Blasting into an yelling mood, Xiaoyu threw the plates and glasses into the wall. Crashing and making noises, splittes falling through the room and forming spiky tapes everywhere. In the middle of this, she stood crying angry at herself, all alone. The eerily quite town made her change face expression into a clip of a sulky face. The window in the livingroom stood bursting up, and the wind, the silent wind, blew through the apartment and flew her black hair into each direction. Then, a red light illuminated the whole room into a tight smell of icecream, vanilla.

Ling Xiaoyu knew what to do, her nightmare whould end, nor start again if she went towards the window. But though she took a step closer, a tear slipped out and trickled down her chin.

Her friend was dead, her bestfriend gone, never to see her smile again.

a/n: This chapter was kinda short and boring... or what? Anyway... what did ya all think? Good? Bad? Or maybe you thought nothing of it? Give me a review anyway. (I..I)