A/N: This chapter was revised…

WARNING: Sexual Situations ahead – again.

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Shattered Soul

By: Elie

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"Xiao - yu?" Miharu asked while waving a hand over her friend's absent looking face. "What are you thinking now?"

"Nothing…" Xiaoyu replied sullenly.

She wasn't feeling good lately, especially when she couldn't go to training anymore. Jin was always at the dojo - keeping the house all to him.

"Come on, there is something…tell me." Miharu whined.

She drank her juice and looked at Miharu. She had never talked to someone so open before.

This feeling of being accepted for who she was suddenly gave way for her gratitude. Somehow, she was learning to change the 'old her'.

She looked away, flustered. "I just don't feel quite well."

"Oh! Then let's head to the nurse!" Miharu reacted, standing up. She pulled her friend who started to complain, "No Mi, I'm truly fine…It's just my head…it hurts."

"See! You're not fine!" Miharu pulled her up. "Xiao, you're not feeling well. Look at you, you're frail!"

Annoyed, she drew her head on the desk and covered it with her arms.

Miharu shrugged, sitting back. She just ate her sandwich and avoided to look at her friend.

Meanwhile, after leaving the 'hot guys only' table, Jin approached them, with a pile of papers tucked under his arm.

"May I?" He asked frigidly.

"No pr…problem…" Miharu answered dreamily, gazing at his hazel eyes.

On the other hand, Xiaoyu still had her face under her arms, pretending not to notice him.

"Miharu, there is—"

"Yes Jin?" Miharu suddenly interrupted. She silently reached for Xiaoyu's lap and started patting her.

Shit! What the fuck is she doing? Xiaoyu thought angrily, twitching her legs to avoid one of Miharu's spanks.

"You're the class secretary, right? So, you must distribute this to the whole." Jin handed her a pile of flyers about a ballet play named 'Giselle' sponsored by the student council body.

"Oh, sure thing Jin." Miharu took the papers, feeling disappointed. She was hoping he'd ask her out or something.

She turned to Xiaoyu, who was pretending not to know what was going on, and poked her head. "So, I need to be going now Xiao. See you in class…you too Jin."

"You too Mi…" Jin gave her his trademark smile which made her wanted to float in heaven. And, to her utter dismay, she left them.

Xiaoyu swallowed, realizing that it was silly to hide. She tilted her head up and saw Jin grinning.

When she stood up, Jin reached her arm as his eyes pleaded her not to leave.

"Let go." She shrilled from his touch, seizing her hand back.

There were a lot of students staring at them. They looked like an item for some. A foreign transferee and a school jock left alone - what else could they be thinking about the pair?

Jin laughed heartily, ignoring the people around him. He tried to speak between laughs, gasping for breath. "I can't believe she fell for that!"

"You mean…" Xiao's eyes glared at him in horror. Jin's laughing soon fell into a soft chuckle. "Yes. I took the opportunity to be with you."

She glared at him with murder eyes, and shouted, "Go away!"

Jin leaned closer to her and challenged, "Make me…"

Irritated, she gathered her things and got to her feet. Jin grabbed her wrist again and whispered, "I want you to meet me at the locker - now."

Wiggling her hand for freedom, Xiao retorted, "Go to hell…"

"I can always call everybody's attention if you want." He made her look at the people swarming the cafeteria. There were countless. "You can either comply or choose embarrassment."

Silent, she tried to think. She didn't want to end up destroying herself in front of people.

Jin released her hand at last. She held her hand protectively, rubbing her swollen wrist.

She walked ahead of him and to her shoulders, she called out, "Meet me there…"

He saw her leaning impatiently against the wall. A grin escaped his lips as he tried to walk toward her.

"Good girl…" He complimented teasingly.

"Fuck off Kazama…" She glared at him, her back hitting the wall. But to no avail, she was easily pulled and dragged.

She squirmed as Jin hauled her inside the janitor's room. He locked the door and turned off the light.

"Devil…" She whispered when Jin pinned her body against the wall.

"That's enough moving Xiao…try to relax." Jin whispered.

She fought back her tears, and Jin took this opportunity to bless her neck with hot kisses down to the valley between her breasts.

Lust was stirring in her mind as well. The feel and pleasure – what else could drive her into loving sex?

Jin kissed her chin, and up and up he went until he caught her lips.

To his surprise, Xiaoyu kissed him back.

He grinned on her lips, their tongues massaging in such a way that could relax them. His hand reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. And soon, his pants were down.

His other hand lifted her skirt, and slowly caressed her thighs. He caught the string of fabric on her hips, but, she slapped his hands.

"No," He muttered, sliding it down.

And for a couple of minutes – he fucked her again.

"Did you drink what I gave you yesterday?" Jin asked.

Xiaoyu nodded, placing a hand on her forehead. "Those pills are giving me a damn headache, you wretch!"

Jin chuckled, "Good. Now get dressed."

Xiao shakily accepted her uniform back, apparently watching Jin leave her alone inside the room. "…am I lucky, or not…?"

She shrilled at the feel of Jin's member screw itself inside her. Trapped in her sweat moistened bed, all she can do is to pray for Jin to release her.

The pleasure, guilt and pain made her either satisfied or afraid. But she had to admit it - she loved the sex.

"Moan for me Xiao…" Jin grumbled, eating her nape. Sealing his crotch inside hers, he felt an endless tingle of rapture wave throughout his body.

Her soft lips were covered by his hand. Her legs were widely apart, giving him all the space he needed. Her infirm hands were rapidly scratching his chest for deliverance.

"J…Jin…" she gasped when Jin pulled out his dick from her and glided it inside again. Shivering, her hands stopped their scratching and fell dead on the bed.

Please…stop…No…just after the last blow…then stop… She was addicted.

Jin removed his hand from her lips, finally letting her breathe. But with that, he immediately scooped and brought together the wet edges of their mouths with a lewd kiss.

With the remaining strength he still had, he sharpened his thrust with delirium, bringing her hands back to life to clutch onto his shoulders, as if for dear lord.

"God…yes…" Jin groaned in ecstasy. "I want to hear you moan Xiao…I know you want to scream, now is the chance."

Unable to control herself, she submitted to his request. She released a soft cry of salacity, in which delighted him very much.

Gathering handfuls of Jin's sleek raven hair, she moaned lewdly.

Jin was shuddering already, his cum about to burst. But realizing her seemingly limitless sounds, he was eager to satisfy her.

He gave her one last blow, and jammed his member deeper. However, his supporting thighs gave in, spilling all that he had.

She panted for air as she came, afterwards. He let go and rolled besides her, feeling dizzy.

"Xiao," He murmured in her ears, placing an arm over his forehead as he gazed up at the orient-designed ceiling. "Everything about this…you and me…"

She turned to him while remaining silent as she listened to his words. "This would be a secret for a while. Our secret… The mansion is the only place where we can be free. Grandfather is the only person who knows this."

His words stabbed her across the heart. She was in pressure. It was a good thing, indeed, but the thought of their secret was unfair to her.

A secret for only a while? I wish this could be a secret for eternity! And how did the old man know?'

"How did Master Mishima know?" She asked nervously.

"He…I…I told him." He muttered.

"WHAT? Then, what if he'll disown me?"

"No, he won't. He just told me not to do it in school again. But I can do it here whenever I want." He chuckled.

"Then thank god he didn't give a damn, you fuck." She spat.

"That's him," he agreed. "Besides, we're not that obvious, do you think?"

Oh yeah, many hated her for living under one roof with Jin Kazama, even if they were just mere far apart housemates – what more if they were OFFICIAL?

Hell, they rarely even talk at school, and people assumed they don't talk at home, at all.

Jin pulled the comforter up to her shoulders and kissed her forehead, "Bye, I had a great time."

"I…" Xiao stammered in surprise. Jin actually covered her! She stared up to him and said, "…I…never mind…"

Jin smirked and got to his feet.

"I'll turn this on for you." He opened a dim lit lamp and left.

Her heart squeezed. No words came out from her mouth. Instead, she stared blankly at the door. She liked a dim light on at night.

She touched her face, erasing the dried tears that made her eyes swell. She didn't have to cry anymore.

Somehow she realized something…something about Jin…

"Who would you choose: Sam or Uma? What's good to wear during a date with either one of them, and where should we go out?" Miharu asked blithely, walking with Xiaoyu along the hallway.

"Hmm…Uma maybe because of the fact that he's a half-Israelite. And you should wear simple attire: sweater and pants. A beach walk would be good." Xiaoyu replied, although distracted.

"You're such a lame assed counselor!" Miharu whined, pushing the cafeteria door. "I'd date Sam Milby instead! Plus, he's good in guitar! Isn't that HOT?"

Xiaoyu smirked and set her bag on the table. "I just want the usual Mi-chan."

"One burger and soda coming right up!" Miharu announced lively and headed toward the counter –Xiaoyu loved her for that.

A girl caught her attention. She had never seen her before, but she seemed to be popular around. She was waving at some cheerleaders at the far side and to some other popular kids.

Who is she…? She thought - Maybe Miharu knows her.

She dragged Miharu down upon returning with a tray. She pointed to the girl who was tall, with a sun-kissed hair, and crystal blue eyes. She also looked like a Native American because of her tanned skin.

"Do you know her?" Xiaoyu asked.

Miharu shrugged, "I'm a transferee too, remember?"

"Oh, too bad, well, never mind." Xiaoyu smiled and dug into her burger. But her eyes never stopped following the girl who was busy socializing…or was she really socializing or asking?

As the girl drove nearer to Taka, Xiaoyu noticed her nod. Taka then pointed at their table, which made a muscle in her stomach tingle.

The girl gave the Taka a pat in the head and walked smoothly across the crowd – to their table.

Xiaoyu looked up to the girl. She was taller than she had expected. Miharu just continued to munch on her food while staring at them.

"You're Ling Xiaoyu right?" The girl asked. "I believe you're the Mishima Zaibatsu wardress. Such a puny senior…"

"Take that back, bitch." Xiaoyu muttered, standing. "Let's just see who's going to win the—" Thankfully, she halted, taking back her seat. But her fists were clenched tight.

Damn, she almost spilled it right there.

People were staring at them and that made the girl laugh while putting a hand on her right hip. "I'm Julia Chang by the way. See you at the…you know what I mean."

Xiaoyu wanted to smack her when she turned and left. Like she cared if that girl was also a competitor. Why did everybody know her, anyway?

"What did she say?" Miharu peered. "She seems to be popular for a new girl."

"She's not a new girl maybe…" Xiaoyu mumbled, eating her burger. What was her problem anyway?

She looked over to where Jin's table was. He had his friends there but no sign of him.

Jin approached the courtyard filled with Cherry Blossom trees.

The place was colossal and symmetrical - quite a reminiscence of an Old Italian courtyard with elegantly carved statues posted within each pillars.

"I thought you went to New York." Jin said, walking toward Heihachi in a small stone bench. "Why are you here gramps? The tournament was scheduled next year right?"

The old man chuckled, letting out a hand toward his grandson and inviting him to sit.

"Silly boy," he said, slapping Jin's back.

"About me and Xiao…I told her not to speak of it." Jin mumbled, bowing his head lower near his thighs. "You're not mad of me, are you?"

"Just like Kazuya…when he met your mother." Heihachi's tone was brisk and he emitted a shrug. He took his long wooden crutches and stood up.

"I just want to see how well you are doing in this school."

Jin sighed, "I promise not to fail my studies as you wish. But please…get out of my personal shit, okay?"

"Just…don't get caught and ask me to bribe for your ass, boy." Heihachi chuckled.

Jin couldn't help but smile, "Thanks, grandpa."

"By the way, Chang is here," Heihachi said, bidding goodbye after.

The name made a tingle run through his spine. Something from the past re-flashed in his mind again

Julia Chang's place was a two bedroom flat somewhere in Tokyo. Upon coming back from the States, there's no more mansion to welcome her.

But going to school was not her reason for staying here.

Closing the front door, the phone rang and Julia dashed for it. Sliding the fallen strands of her hair behind her ear, she pressed on the receiver and waited for the caller to speak.

"Julia, it's me. How are you doing?" It was a woman's soft, mellow voice.

The tune was lively at first but then turned into a stern one afterwards. "You don't need to enter the tournament for me honey…what I mean is that you can come home now if you want."

"No. I made it this far. I met my friends again. And I missed my school." Julia insisted, slumping on the nearest armchair.

It was her mother, Michelle, who was also a veteran of the previous Iron-fists.

Groaning, she continued. "Plus, I met Master Wang's granddaughter. She was a total bitch they say, and she is one of the competitors too."

"Now Julia…you are to behave in school until the tournament begins. Do you remember the time when you made that—"

There was a short pause in Michelle's line. "…Damn it. Just behave. I'll call you another time soon, okay?"

The line was dead, making Julia breathe in relief. Her mother was a pain sometimes but she had no choice but to be grateful.

After all, she was just an adopted child.

"I'll show to them…I'm great." She grunted.

She took out a picture, gazed down on it dearly, and murmured Jin Kazama's name.

She was there with Jin and another guy. The background was in a courtyard with trees blooming with cherry blossoms.

It was a vivid photo of three best-of-friends taken a few months ago.

A/N: Please leave reviews. I just did the revision for the best. I hope it took notice to some.