The Chosen Ones
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Tekken.
Disclaimer 2: This is my first attempt at fan fiction…ever. I am open to constructive criticism. I hope you all enjoy.
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The usually tranquil forest was being ravaged by a heated gunfight this morning. Jin could feel the wind as the bullets flew past him, missing him by mere millimeters. He dove behind a thicket of bushes and crawled behind the nearest tree. "This is definitely not good," he though to himself. He checked his gun. There were only several bullets left; even though he was a talented 18-year old martial artist, he would have been the first to admit that he was a lousy shot. Jin decided that there was only one option left: to make one last stand. It was obvious that if he decided to run away from his attacker, it would be only a matter of time before he was hit.
Jin checked his gun again and readied himself. He finally launched himself out of his hiding place and started firing his gun, staring down the barrel of the gun twenty feet away aiming straight at him.
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Jin didn't even get the chance to pull the trigger. He got hit four times in midair: three times on his left shoulder and once in his stomach. He fell to the ground hard and landed on his left shoulder. He groaned in pain. He was hurt…hurt bad.
"Wow…I think that was the longest you've lasted. You're getting better at the game, but you're still no match for me!" exclaimed the victorious Ling Xiaoyu. Ling took off her paint-ball goggles and ran over to him.
Jin groaned as he got up from the grass and smiled at Ling. "You know, it's a good thing that we don't invite our other friends to paintball with us. You would wipe the floor with them even if it was everybody against you", said Jin.
Jin and Ling have gotten very close in the past couple of years. They met in freshman biology class and were assigned as lab partners on the first day. Since then, they have met countless times to memorize the steps of photosynthesis, explain to each other the steps of cell reproduction, proofread each other's history papers, and basically, just hang out. Recently, Ling has introduced Jin to the world of paintball. While Ling finds the sport very fun, every round so far has ended in Jin in pain with brightly-colored blotches of paint on him.
Ling picked up Jin's gun off the floor and placed it in her backpack. She took off her protective vest to reveal a dark blue and white top with a blue ribbon near the color. She was also wearing a plaid green and blue skirt with long white socks and fancy black shoes. Her silky, black hair was in pigtails. While her appearance and petite figure made her look very young, she was actually on the verge of graduating high school with Jin at 17 years old.
Jin rubbed left shoulder with his right hand. Even with the vest, three direct shots in rapid succession stung quite a bit. After painstakingly taking the vest off, he handed it to Ling, who put both vests in her backpack. Jin was wearing a green vest over a white undershirt with dark slacks and black shoes. Their school uniform was a little wrinkled and dirty from the action of the morning, but he would have to go to school looking a little disheveled; he didn't have time to go back home and change. Jin brushed his long strands of black hair out of his eyes and looked at his watch disapprovingly. "This is the third time straight we are going to be late for our first class. Maybe we should stop paint-balling in the morn--" Jin started, but he was interrupted by Ling's look of utter terror.
"If we are late one more time, Mr. H is gonna give us both two weeks detention! I need that time after school to practice my martial arts, or Grandpa will get really mad! Let's hurry!" Ling had already run off, leaving Jin in sitting there in the grass, still in some pain.
Jin finally got to school two minutes late. If Ling hadn't hit him in the shoulder three times, he would have been able to fully swing his arms in a quick run. Outside of the large, gray building was a lone figure sitting on the bench. "Of course…it has to be him…life just never gives me a break" Jin thought to himself. Hwoarang seemed immersed in the loud rock music on his iPod. "Maybe if I walk past him quietly he won't notice me. I don't want trouble this early in the morning." Ever since Jin and Hwoarang got in a small argument after school several years ago, Hwoarang has wanted to take it out physically ever since. Jin knew that he was an accomplished Tae Kwon Do practitioner who was training under the best, the legendary Baek Do San.
As Jin started approaching, Hwoarang said without looking up, "Kazama. You, me, right now. Nobody's here except us." Jin sighed, but pretended not to hear. He just walked past him and through the glass door into the school. As the door closed behind him, he could hear Hwoarang shout, "Hey..HEY!"
The truth was, if Jin's shoulder weren't bugging him, he would probably beat Hwoarang in a match. However, Jin's late mother, who was the primary figure in his life, taught him to only use his Kazama style martial arts only when the situation warranted it; and Jin thought that a rivalry with a schoolmate didn't qualify as a worthy situation.
Jin finally got to the door of his first class: Chemistry. As he opened the door, all eyes turned to him. He eyed the chair next to Ling and embarrassingly started to walk towards it, looking down to hide his red face. He kicked Ling's chair on the way in some resentment for leaving him there. When he finally looked up, he noticed a pretty girl about his age standing in front of the class. He had never seen her before, yet she was in a school uniform like Ling's.
Mr. H looked at Jin sternly. "Now that we are all here, I would like all of you to meet a new student. She is from the United States," explained Mr. H. There was a small eruption of gasps from the class. "Class, this is Julia Chang" The pretty girl named Julia waved nervously at the entire class.
