Thursday
Dearest Xiaoyu,
What are you trying to do to me?
I am elated to see that you've quickly recovered from your rough training session, but apparently so is he.
Him, there, that young man you're standing with. I recognize him from somewhere, perhaps the tournaments.
You've left behind the small group of friends you were with, composed of the redhead I saw you with before and a stout brunette, in favor of talking to him. I followed you here, to the local mall, but certainly didn't expect to see this.
You've already done a sufficient amount of shopping, reinstated by the several plastic bags dangling off of your wrists. The smile on your face, though sweet and innocent as it's always been, is now agonizing to me.
He seems to be gesturing toward an ice cream parlor. I know you could never pass up ice cream.
You skip alongside him as he walks to the counter, preparing to order.
No! Doesn't he know that you belong to me, that we're meant to be together?
I think I heard you call him Jin.
Jin Kazama? Even with a history such as his, he's nothing special. Look at him. He's wearing loose gray pants and a black short-sleeved shirt. Boring.
Forgive me; this is merely a disconsolate soul speaking. I know that you wouldn't offend me intentionally, Xiao.
You claim a wooden stool next to his, talking animatedly and looking happier than usual, if that is at all possible. The worker behind the counter brings you your ice cream, peanut butter fudge on a sugar cone. Jin, living up to his bland impression, is handed a simple vanilla cone.
The aroma of candy and cookie crumbs is drifting closer and closer to the bench I'm sitting on, an isle away. The bright signs denouncing descriptions and enticing illustrations of the desserts sold at the parlor are quite distracting, but not enough so to make me avoid your bright brown eyes, ignited with the promise of a better tomorrow.
You're tugging timidly on the hem of your skirt, an article of the school uniform that fits you so well.
Is he making you feel uncomfortable? I wasn't aware that the word 'timid' was in your vocabulary, with how friendly and outgoing you normally prove to be. You're acting different now. Is it him?
A gentle pallid of sunlight is filtering through the glass ceiling, spilling over your petite figure. I can feel my defensive attitude fading as I watch you now, illuminated by the sun. You shield your eyes from the ray's intrusion, but I know you appreciate its warmth.
Do you know that I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, whether you're wearing the twinkling beams of a yawning sun or the shadow-splitting shafts of a rising moon?
I can distinctly remember one night in particular. I was to be participating in an anonymous battle to gain entry to my first actual tournament match. My first match was going to be against you, Xiao. I would have loved to fight with you, to touch you, to bring your attention to me for once.
However, Jin had entered the tournament nameless and, unbeknownst to me, was my preliminary adversary. He defeated me in the end, though I fought with determination and resolve, with two kicks and a punch; a brutal combination.
Two kicks and a punch kept me from you, from a chance to try to become your friend.
I will never forget that fight.
Even now, as my pencil moves across this piece of paper in my notebook, I can see his spiked black hair coming at me with a force no human could possess, his dark eyes narrowed in sheer determination. I was sweating and tired, and unable to evade.
I apologize to you now, Xiao; I should have won. I didn't want to disappoint you.
You've finished your ice cream, and it seems as though Jin is going to leave. You smile at him once more before the two of you part ways, waving joyfully before flitting off to find your friends.
There is a new bounce to your step, I see. Does he really make you that happy?
I can make you just as happy, if not more. I cannot bare to share you with anyone, Xiao; not even the legendary Jin Kazama.
Tonight is the night. It has to be.
I love you. Please remember that.
Your admirer.