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Shattered Soul

By: Elie

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No…this is wrong

Asuka broke the steamy kiss, gathering her arms protectively around her chest. She could barely see Hwoarang…and his half-naked body. Everything had happened so fast…they were just making out at first, and then this – they were almost naked.

"We should stop," Asuka grunted as she pulled her bra under Hwoarang's back. She didn't know they were this close, and she vaguely remembered the reason she was here in the first place.

Oh right, Hwoarang was fucking drunk. She was the one who brought him here safe and sound. And she was also the one who made-out with him nice and sloppily. Hell, it wasn't fucking fair.

Due to his drunkenness, however, his kiss was more like, I need water kinda kiss. It wasn't romantic as she had expected. He was her first kiss for god's sake!

Now the real Asuka Kazama was finally uncovered…the fairy-tale type of girl that she was. Waiting for her true prince, marry him, and have a wonderful family.

But was Hwoarang really her prince charming?

"This is wrong," she shook her head, scrambling down the floor.

"Why?" Hwoarang asked, obviously slurring with his words. He quickly sat up and reached for her in the dark.

"Don't touch me!"

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her whole body shuddering from the cold, night breeze. She frantically avoided his grasp, stepping back a little.

"What did I do? What's wrong?" Hwoarang asked sadly. She hated him now for what? He felt confused and miserable.

He's drunk…how can I make love with him if he's drunk? After what'll happen, probably….he'll leave me behind…and go back to Julia. Yeah, that's it. He'd leave me.

She cried at the truth. It would become the truth. He'd leave her behind eventually. Or so she believed.

Angry at herself, Asuka grabbed her purse, ran out the door, and went straight to her unit.

Hwoarang stared at the open door rather perplexed. Getting back to his senses, he ran after her.

"YOU BITCH!"

Xiaoyu raggedly pushed Julia's ass with her foot, and making her tumble on the floor. Getting up, she rubbed her bit of a swollen face and cursed under her breath.

Look what she did to my face…that…goddamn…

Rubbing face again, Xiaoyu stood up and glared at the miserable-looking girl below her. To think of it, she didn't start the fight in the first place. Hell, her very first teen party was going to be so memorable…in a mischievous way, that is.

She smirked, eventually taking a little step back. Looking at the crowd, she couldn't help but flush, seeing that almost everyone from Mishima High was gaping at them.

Camera phones were all help up, probably recording the whole situation. Damn dirty kids.

Yeah, yeah…the hot girl and the new girl got it on. But probably, they were oblivious of the reason. And you could just see in their eyes that they desire nothing more but to witness the catfight.

But when she was about to turn, hide in the bathroom, or cry like there was no tomorrow, a sleek, smooth hand grabbed her ankle…and pulled her down.

"Ouch…that's gotta hurt," Taka said, or preferably, complimented, squinting a bit at the wholesome scene.

"Man, you're smart to know that, idiot," Miharu teasingly retorted for no reason, her hands encircled in Jin's arms to prevent him from…uh…interrupting the scene.

And to double the hold, Taka was doing the same, secretly enjoying the feel of being crushed on one big bicep. "Honestly, I think they're just fucking retards, you know," he blurted out of nowhere, and Jin grunted.

"Damn bitches," Jin muttered quietly, glaring at the two girls for a very good reason. Come on, what the hell were they brawling for? Him…? Ho, ho, ho…

Julia had successfully wrapped a hand on Xiaoyu's neck and thought that this was a perfect opportunity to kick her in the stomach. She did so, or at least tried to when Xiaoyu countered it offensively by grabbing her leg and twisting it sideways.

So there she landed, face flat on the floor. She felt her face grew red of embarrassment when laughter and howling filled the air, and her pride was crushing bit by bit. And there, they thought the fight was over, but it was merely a beginning.

Xiaoyu suddenly stood on her stance…as in, the real stance. She waited for Julia to rise and also execute, from what it looked, a well formed stance. Hell, this wasn't gonna be another catfight.

I suppose this isn't going to be a useless catfight anymore, huh? Okay, bring it on biatch, Xiaoyu thought inwardly, although it seemed like she and Julia were having a mind-to-mind conversation.

Keeping your identity a secret, Xiaoyu? Well, let's see what you've got, Julia smiled and nodded at the thought.

And then, the serious fight began. The crowd's atmosphere changed, and they were unbelievably silent. The music was off…maybe intentionally by the DJ who was standing beside a random student. And there, you could see how much they were paying attention to a fight not meant to be seen by them.

"They're sure to be participants...in the King of The of Iron Fist," sounded a boy, "Cool…don't you think?"

"Look how that girl fights," another beamed, "Anyways, I haven't seen Julia fight before…damn, she is good."

"Not as good as the girl in pink," a girl cheered.

Perhaps, the two were doing pretty well in garnering some fans, eh?

Miharu and Taka were astounded. Miharu knew, of course, but never had she seen Xiaoyu battle "it" out like this. Like she'd expected, there was something more to this Chinese girl.

Jin stood speechless…unable to move, unable to complain, and unable to keep his eyes off them…especially on Xiaoyu. She was fucking incredible.

As soon as her door shut, Asuka fell on her knees and leaned her head against the door, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

She felt so naked up to her chest. And hell, she forgot her blouse at his unit. Swallowing her breath, she shut her eyes and screamed inside her own mind.

Just let it all out, Asuka…just let it all out…nobody cares if you cry…just cry…and cry…and…

Crying some more, she bit her lip from the thought, bringing her knees up to her bra-only clad chest, and burying her head onto her knees.

It wasn't surprising, though, that she could hear footsteps running outside the room…and toward her door.

"Asuka, open up!"

Hearing his voice, she pressed her head lower and covered her ears. Whatever he'd say, the wise thing to do, she thought, was to ignore him.

"Please, open up! I want to clear things for the both of us!" she heard him cry again.

The knock turned into banging, and Asuka covered her ears some more.

Hwoarang felt he was about to break. He had never, ever, broken a girl's heart before. If it was for his bad guy surface, then people could actually judge him this way…but on the inside, he was totally different.

Allowing his hand to pull idly from the door, he too, fell on his knees and leaned against the door.

He traced the soft linings of the fabric he was holding, and then tilted his head toward the door.

"If you don't want to talk with me, then it's fine," he said softly, "I just want to return your blouse."

All of a sudden, the door opened, revealing a slightly drought-looking Asuka covering her breasts within her bra. She gently looked up to him with a constant frown plastered in her face.

"Here," he handed her the blouse, his eyes never leaving her red, weary ones.

"Thanks," was all that she uttered before slamming the door again right at his face.

"Asuka, you don't look well…" he whispered in concern right against the door, "Come on, let's talk this out,"

"Just leave!" she shouted, and he heard it loud and clear. He was taken aback, feeling the strong rejection she shot him.

"Okay…" he murmured sadly, walking away and going back to his room.

Maybe…he'd better "leave" her life alone. It was the right choice…and probably or maybe because she wanted him to. That's what he thought.

The fight was getting nowhere. When Julia would attack, Xiaoyu would block…and vice versa. Now it's clear that it would be better for them to settle their scores in the King of Iron Fist.

But, the problem was, they were fucking hard-headed. Julia Chang didn't mind, though.

She could hear the cheering pounding in her ears. Little by little, she could feel victory at the tip of her fingers. Ling Xiaoyu was fixed beneath her, struggling for air as she grappled her neck with a hand.

Her seemingly hungry fist was shot up; ready to pound the girl who stole her ex. Yeah, vengeance was easy. One bloody nose to this girl could send Jin back to her.

Revenge's sweet, but karma does come back when Xiaoyu luckily placed her free knee under Julia's groin. Julia gulped.

And, everyone knew that this fight was gonna end in a draw…but as for them, they'd definitely feel equal amount of pain.

Three

Xiaoyu re-adjusted her knee again under Julia's groin, ready to wreck her slut of a cunt.

Two

Julia clenched her fist once more, as if gathering more energy to smash Xiaoyu's unpopular face. Whatever the reason not to do it, she didn't care…she just needed to smash Xiaoyu's face at any cost.

One

All of a sudden, Xiaoyu yelped at the feel of something heavy stepping on top of her foot and Julia jolted at the surprising attempt of a very big hand to hold her punch.

They both looked up…and saw Jin.

"Get off her," he muttered to no one but Julia in a rather, murder tone.

Xiaoyu immediately shoved Julia off her as soon as she felt the hand on her neck loosen up. She gazed at Jin who was staring down at her in distress.

But in everything that had happened, he managed to smile. "Well, what the fuck?"

"You freaking scared me, asshole," Xiaoyu grinned as Jin hoisted her up. "I thought you were mad at me…"

"I am," was all he replied to her before turning to Julia.

"Jin," Julia murmured quietly, unable to look at him, "I'm…I mean, why…why her?"

Jin ignored her and turned around to see the awed faces of his schoolmates. He was obviously showing signs of anger, and maybe they wanted more? They had never seen Jin Kazama like this before. Not ever.

"Listen, everyone," Jin's said simply, his voice loud yet calm, and his eyes to the floor.

Xiaoyu stared at him, guilty of what had happened. Biting her bottom lip, she spun and looked at Miharu who was looking a bit down.

"It's official. The three…or I should say, four of us will enter the King of The Iron Fist Tournament hosted by Heihachi Mishima," Jin continued, "I shouldn't have said this but since you've seen the fight between…" he glared at both Julia and Xiaoyu, "…these two, you might as well know. Now, does anyone have a problem with that? Because if you do, trust me, I'll be the one to answer you…and you all know what it means,"

Everyone sulked. Taka and Miharu smirked at each other and shook their heads.

"Good," Jin smirked, turning to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu kept her gaze drifting at the distance, pretending not to notice him. Jin snaked her waist and pulled her against him, right before everyone's eyes.

"Whoa, Jin and…Ling…together?" Taka raised an eyebrow. Miharu just smiled. Well, it really was about time.

"And this girl," Jin emphasized his hand on Xiaoyu's waist, "Her name's Xiaoyu Ling…and to be frank, she's already taken. So, get your fucking asses away from her."

He turned to Julia. "And you too."

Julia stood up and squeezed pass the crowd immediately, holding back the tears swelling in her eyes.

"Hey Julia, wait!" Miharu tried to call out. She actually felt sorry for her. But when Jin and Xiaoyu were making their way out of the club, she ran after them, leaving Taka at the dance floor which was now occupied normally with the music on.

"Hey, where're you guys going?" She asked.

"Home," Jin replied, pulling a quiet Xiaoyu roughly with him. He pushed the doors open and went straight to the parking area.

"I'm officially…your girlfriend?" Xiaoyu asked softly, still pondering about what had happened. Ever since they left the hotel, she has been silent for a while, and to Jin's surprise she finally spoke.

"What should you be to me then?" He asked back jokingly, letting go of the steering wheel.

And up to that point, they remained silent again, their thoughts and eyes flying to the empty sight in front of them. They were parked somewhere isolated…somewhere where they could perhaps let all their worries go to a void of blankness for a while.

"Why are there no stars tonight?" Xiaoyu mindlessly asked. That's the second time she spoke.

Jin stared at her, dumbfounded. "It's 3 o'clock in the morning, Xiao,"

"Is it because we're in the city?" she added, as if not having heard of him.

He sat up straight and looked down on her. Her seat was slanted a bit so she could lay her body a little. And she was staring blankly at the dark, empty sky.

"Are you sleepy?" he asked.

"Back in China, I used to go star-gazing with my siblings. It was fun. Too bad there aren't many stars here in Tokyo, right?" she continued.

Jin didn't reply, as he allowed her to talk on and on about how different her life was in China than here in Tokyo. He observed her talk into space. He watched her jaw move. He kept staring at her face.

And for a good reason, he kissed her mouth. His hands sliding down beneath her back, as he lunged to her slowly, him on top of her.

But when his tongue was about to part her lips open, he felt her hands firmly on his chest, and slowly, he was being heaved up.

"Get off me," he heard her grunt softly, "I don't feel like it. You're right. I must be fucking sleepy."

She looked straight up to his lovely, hazel eyes…sinking down its depths, and as if communicating with its imploring stare. In case of letting all the funny emotions get to her again, Xiaoyu closed her eyes and pressed her hands on his chest once more. "Please,"

"Okay," Jin murmured unsteadily, shifting his ass back on his seat. All he wanted to do was just to make her feel better, but then again, she didn't want it.

Guilt was starting to overcome him. If it wasn't for him, the fight between Julia and her didn't happen. And because he didn't do anything to avoid it, he was now beginning to consider himself as a total jerk…AND asshole.

What was he anyway to make two girls scratch each other's faces for? There were a lot of rich, hot, young men out there in the world for talking out loud. But then again, there was only one Jin Kazama…so, should he consider himself lucky?

He was THE perfect example of a rich, hot man. What more could he ask for if he already, well almost, everything? He had Xiaoyu…the only girl who had healed his once wounded soul.

Xiaoyu was a huge part of him now. She was his everything for the matter. Well, he might not show it, but he loved her so much. He wished he could say 'I Love You' everyday without getting a remark of how corny he was from her. Maybe because things were just the way they were….Ah, fuck it.

Everything was all screwed up this evening. He wanted to know what's bothering her, what's going on inside her secretive mind. He wanted to ask about her problems, and what possible way he could help her…

But she was Ling Xiaoyu after all. The type who thought they could live or stand on their own without the aid of others.

The only thing he could do was to make up for her. Make her feel better again, somehow. Or maybe he could do that tomorrow. The sooner things were fixed, the better they'd become.

"Hey," he said before turning on the car engine, "Grandfather won't be coming home tomorrow…so, why don't we…" Damn, he hated the word, "…celebrate Christmas together?"

"Sounds fun," Xiaoyu said plainly, hugging the warmth of her body. She wasn't definitely up for a good conversation, but she actually liked the sound Christmas.

But feeling that she hadn't reached Jin's expectation, she suddenly quipped, "I really love Christmas…I used to light fireworks before midnight,"

He heard her alright. And he felt a bit happy. "Don't worry, tomorrow's gonna be a blast. Just you and me,"

In a moment, their same hued eyes locked. Xiaoyu let out a small embarrassed smile, while Jin looked down on her hand, seating on her covered legs, and grinned. With a hand, he held hers and then sunk into the streets.

"I promise you that."

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A/N: I'm so happy with the reviews I get. I just hope it keeps on coming. And for those who've been waiting, sorry for delaying the update. I've been busy with martial arts for the schedule's changed from Monday to Saturday. I can't keep up writing more because I spend my time in another different site.

Oh man, it's so corny! Damn it! Why am I making this story corny? Why didn't I make them do it in the car? It's supposed to be show time! Ugh! Okay, if you're expecting it to be steamy, then urge me in the next chapter.