A/N: This chapter was revised.
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Shattered Soul
By: Elie
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Two naked bodies lied piled on together. Their sweats sodden the velvet fabric of the steady bed.
The room was in a somber aura. Scented candles were lit up instead of the usual dim light to fill in the quixotic feel of the night.
Xiaoyu craned her neck and saw Jin's face looking a bit solemn as he was holding her at the waist so tightly - as if not letting go.
Yes…he was going to miss this moment for quite a while.
"What's with the long face?" Xiaoyu asked, shifting her position with her chest colliding with his. "You seem… quiet."
He stared at her, and then frowned automatically. The melancholic face he was expressing made her want to slap him.
Hating the blue sight in front of her, she asked, "Tell me what's going on, Kazama."
Jin pulled her even firmly. He arched and leaned down, kissing her forehead.
"Xiao, I'll be away for a while," He murmured in her hair.
Her eyes widened in shock and her heart seemed to pound heavily. She tried to restrain herself from talking much and so, she just dug her head into his chest.
"For…how long?" She asked dolefully, "Will it be that long?"
"No it won't be. It will only take three weeks." He replied, brushing her wet strands with his fingers. "I must visit mother and father's tomb in our mansion at Kyoto. Grandpa and I do this every year."
Xiaoyu understood, nodding her head, "Then you'll miss classes. Is that okay with him?"
"Of course it's okay. Remember those times where I had to miss a period?" She nodded to this, and he continued. "Well, grandpa arranged an advance tutorial class for me. So, I guess it won't be a problem."
"Three weeks…that means…I'll be alone…" She gazed up his hazel eyes, and for a moment, their orbs locked.
Unconsciously, her eyes started to well up with tears until she finally cried, "I'm so sorry for everything Jin! I really am."
Jin chuckled, brushing her tears off. He breathed in the lavender scent of hair, and asked, "Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry for driving you away back then - for yelling and rejecting you. But still, I ended up being with you…"
She slipped her hands from his cover and wrapped them around his neck.
"Falling for you…" She murmured.
His lips hushed hers, and they kissed fervently. This time, he kissed her tenderly, not greedily as before.
He broke away and cradled her, saying, "Don't miss me, okay?"
"Sure, I think." She smiled in his chest.
His hands stroked her neck, and she moaned to it. She loved his touch so much that she couldn't go on a day without it. What more if he was miles away?
He kissed her hair, and then said, "I love you, Xiao. I don't know why I keep repeating this, but, it just feels so good if I do."
Yeah, hearing it felt so damn great to her, too.
Ah, she felt so special – like a princess who had caught the heart of a gorgeous prince.
"I…I love you too…Jin Kazama," she told him, blushing.
And, it really felt like heaven for him when it came from her tongue.
"Save your tears Xiao, coz' I'll come back," He whispered, nuzzling her bosoms.
"You'd better," She replied heavily, touching his head with both hands as she rocked him back and forth, lovingly.
As the winds blew through the room's crystal sliding doors, the candles were affected, causing the flames to blow off.
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"So why didn't you go with him?" Miharu whispered tentatively, "Well, you should have!"
"Why would I? He's there to visit his parents' grave!" Xiaoyu whispered back, annoyed, "Stop asking me those questions again. You know how well I respect his privacy."
Miharu shrugged and turned her head back to the board. On the other context, Xiaoyu checked if there was any sign of Hwoarang. Shit…that was close.
To her oblivion, however, Hwoarang was just late. And, for the cue, he arrived at the doorway, panting.
"Sit down now Hwoarang, it's not time for jokes." The teacher warned.
"Yeah, yeah, just shut up." Hwoarang muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he proceeded to his chair.
He noticed Xiaoyu looking at him from the corner of her eye, and he chuckled to that when he slumped on his seat and faced the board.
Actually he's not that bad…it's just that…he's a…uh…traitor. Anyway - he did save me back then from getting raped by some old fuck, She thought warily.
The teacher tapped the board, and made everybody's attention turn to him.
Miharu yawned and threw her pen. That's it. I still haven't finished yet but he's ready to say something while I'm not done copying! Darn gay bastard!
Xiaoyu closed her notebook and glared at the teacher. What is it now?
"All right class, our Family Day is coming soon, so as seniors…Oh come on, you all now our tradition!" The teacher whined stupidly, "Come on, literature department anyone?"
A student stood up, and said, "We're going to present a class play, right?"
"Correct!" The teacher exclaimed, turned to the board, and then wrote a big word - GISELLE.
"Giselle…what's that?"
"It's supposed to be a title silly!"
"Sounds lame to me…"
"All right, quiet now. Quiet." The teacher insisted. "Now, Giselle is a Russian play based on ballet, kings and peasants. Lead characters are Giselle, Albrecht, Hilarion, and Bathilde."
Xiaoyu whistled at Miharu but got caught.
"Miss Xiaoyu, cut that out! As I was saying, you are going to present this at our Family Day three weeks from now. And oh, this will be graded as a project."
"AGAIN," the whole class chorused and sighed.
Three weeks was fucking short. How about the props, costumes and posters?
They were sure to cram…especially if the class president as well as student body leader, Jin Kazama wasn't around.
"Now, choose your casts to get this over with. Class secretary, take over." The teacher said, retreating to his table.
Miharu reluctantly got up and stood in front. First, she wrote the lead characters' names in order, and then turned to the rest of the class.
"So, who wants to be Bathilde?" She asked. No one bothered.
Uh…wrong question, she thought and chuckled.
A guy stood up and said, "What about Jennifer?"
"So, is she good?"
"She's just a nominee! Save that for the auditions!"
"Okay! Okay!" Miharu rolled her eyes and placed the nominated names on the board. Finally, the two last castings went to the role of Albrecht and Giselle.
"So who would look good as Albrecht?" She asked again.
"Hwoarang!" Everybody answered, except Xiaoyu, who was totally clueless of the current situation.
Hwoarang rolled his eyes again, and shrugged. He was good in acting though, especially in last year's production, The Merchant of Venice where he played as Antonio.
Hwoarang – an actor – what the fuck?
"Fine, Hwoarang it is." Miharu wrote the name on the board. "So, who will be Giselle, anyone?"
Some were about to say something but the teacher interrupted them. "Wait, Giselle is based on a Russian ballet. Giselle is a character who has to play ballet. So anyone here who's knows how?"
Miharu grinned evilly and viciously eyed Xiaoyu, who had secretly drowsed off to sleep already, as if not caring.
Oh, okay – she never cared.
"Hey! Xiaoyu can do that!" Miharu beamed, and the rest raised their eyebrows at her. "What? Honestly she's so flexible. She's a talented gymnast!"
The teacher gaped, "Is she a gymnast? That's fine then. So where is she?"
He found Xiaoyu sleeping, and rolled his eyes. "We still have auditions people – so, keep the nominees coming. Audition is in the afternoon at the gym."
"Xiaoyu is good…" Miharu mumbled, a wise thought entering her mind.
Meanwhile, Xiaoyu obviously heard her name being mentioned, but, she pretended to sleep.
Me? As…Giselle? No way if Hwoarang's going to be the lead protagonist! Damn Miharu…I should teach her ballet then so she could play the part! Worst…what would Julia think of me now?'
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"Shit, I forgot," Jin cursed under his, garnering Heihachi's attention.
"What did you forget, boy?" The old man asked.
"You…heard me curse?" Jin muttered, flushing.
"Just tell me what you have forgotten." Heihachi insisted.
Jin sighed. "Well, I forgot to tell Xiaoyu that the school play is three weeks from now."
"What would it bring her?"
"She's perfect for the role Giselle, grandfather."
"Ah, ballet…I think so too, son."
"I should have had told her about it at least."
"She's a hopeful. Remember, casting requires audition. If she passes, then she is perfect for the role. A few cartwheels will do." The old man laughed.
"Hell, how would I even know…?" Jin mumbled. "I'm not even there to see her…"
The black limousine halted in front of the gate located on a steep mountain. As the gates were opened, it circled a fountain before it finally stopped by the main door.
Jin stepped out of it. He fixed his tie and brushed off specks of dust from his suit, proceeding toward the mansion's main entrance.
"Grandpa, are you sure we're here to stay for three weeks?" He called out to his shoulder. "Why is it that long? Then, I won't be able to watch the play."
"Don't worry, Jin. After you and I complete our transactions, we can go back to Tokyo even after two weeks." Heihachi said, walking inside ahead of him.
Jin grinned as he allowed his eyes to roam his past home. 'I can see you after all Xiao…just wait for me.'
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A/N: The ballet GISELLE was our play, too. I auditioned for the role of Hilarion – unfortunately, I didn't get the part. I also wrote the script together with Yufa Gale Kuruta Fuyuki. So, enough of my blabber – please review.
