A/N: There are a few OC people I made here. Other Tekken characters included later. Anyways, hope you like…

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Xiaoyu Kazama

By: Elie

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Chapter 1:

I Knew It

"No freaking way!"

Turning heavily from the door, Ling Xiaoyu slammed it shut right at her grandfather's face out of sheer annoyance. Whimpering, she ran toward her bed and then flopped herself on it.

"XIAOYU, OPEN THE DOOR THIS INSTANCE!"

The door banged hard. It was a pressure to her ears. Grunting, she took a pillow and covered her head.

However, Wang Jinrey wouldn't stop until –

"DON'T TRY AND BECOME TOO SELF-CENTERED, YOUNG LADY!"

With an enormous sigh, Xiaoyu uncovered her head, and threw the pillow toward the door.

"That's the point! I'm too young!" She yelled back.

Then, she heard a dull knock. "Just open the door."

Muttering to herself, she stomped her way to the door and then opened it.

"What?" She groaned.

Wang gave her a stern glare. "Come."

Xiaoyu looked at him, surprised. "Hey, grandpa – wait!"

She was dragged down the staircase toward their living room. She was struggling for release but with no avail, she was settled firmly on a huge sofa.

"Listen dear, do you know that we're suffering from an intolerable debt?" Wang breathed heavily, "The Ling Conglomeration was sold two days ago!"

Xiaoyu resisted crying. And yes, she knew that they were bankrupt, but she was just acting like nothing had happened. She wanted to remain happy even though she knew for a fact that she wouldn't belong to her rich school and friends anymore. And, she could never ever shop for designer brands, like, ever again.

Still, she could handle that. But though her grandfather's request could save them and their company – that is whatshe couldn't handle.

"But grandpa, I'm only seventeen and –"

This time, she was cut off by the energetic voice of her younger brother arriving from school.

"Hi gramps, hey Xiao, what's up?" Li interrupted, dropping his bag on the floor like he'd always do when he arrives from school.

Xiaoyu, like the ever graceful older sister, glared at him. "Get your bag up to your room, young man."

Wang urged himself not to laugh. "See, you're a mother material."

"WHAT?" Xiaoyu and Li asked in unison, looking at each other - stupidly.

But Li was the first to recoil. "Ehem – what's going on?"

Xiaoyu was about to smack her little brother for being so nosy when Wang cut her off.

"Li congratulate your sister – she's getting married tomorrow."

"TOMORROW?" The two asked again in chorus. Xiaoyu stood up from her seat and began walking back and forth – distraughtly.

"I can't believe you grandpa, making your granddaughter carry all your burdens!" She spat.

"Whatever." Li muttered amusingly.

Xiaoyu turned to him. "See, I'm going to marry for your sake too!"

"Hey, I didn't ask you to marry. Blame that on grandpa!" He retorted – and that's when they started to fight.

Wang started to shook his head in dismay.

"Then you marry!"

"I'm not old enough!"

"Why, how old are you exactly?"

"Duh – I'm only thirteen!"

"Well, I'm only seventeen!"

"Well, you're turning eighteen next week. Ha!"

Xiaoyu clenched her teeth as her words of defense started to run out. It was better for her to just shut the hell up then.

"Are you two done now?" Wang asked, nonchalantly.

The two looked at each other, shrugged, and then nodded.

Wang walked up to his granddaughter and pulled her into a sad embrace. His eyes were welling up and to keep them from crying, he focused them on Li who was staring at them, disgusted.

He ignored him and said to his granddaughter, "I am truly sorry my little flower-"

Li snorted, brushing both his hands through his dark, unruly locks.

Wang glared at him and continued, "- someday, you wouldn't regret doing this."

After he pulled away, he noticed Xiaoyu's face were wet with tears. "Ugh. Stop crying already! It's highly contagious!" She complained.

Li tapped her on the shoulder out of nowhere. "Uh – do I get a hug too?"

"N – Okay." Xiaoyu gave her brother a hug.

Wang smirked at them. There was hope after all.

"Come along now and pack your things. Your flight to Japan is tonight."

Again, there was a huge shouting in question.

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"One thing I hate about flying is getting bored." Xiaoyu hummed apathetically to herself, readjusting the small pillow on her back.

Out of her silent agony, the plane's engine started to roar. And that's when a guy started to tumble near her cubicle and nearly spilled her water bottle.

"Hey, watch it!" She scowled and glared at the guy.

The guy eyed her back, and as the plane jolted off, he stumbled on the seat next to hers.

"You –" As she was about to give another complaint, she realized that she had completely forgotten to look at his physical attributes.

He was handsome – with a jet-black hair and amazing hazel eyes. Looking through his shirt, she could see a great physique. He was incredulously gorgeous. His choice of outfit wasn't so bad at all – a white T-shirt and black slacks and polished black shoes.

Come to think of it, his eyes showed a survey of weariness - after all that tumbling, of course.

Nevertheless, Xiaoyu's eyes beamed with interest - after all, this was going to be the last time she'd flirt.

"Do I get a sorry?" She cooed.

The guy grunted. "I'm sorry. Now will you leave me alone?" he spat coldly in Japanese, thinking that the girl in front of him wouldn't understand.

Unfortunately, she understood every word, losing the spark of interest she once had at him. "Jerk." She muttered in Mandarin, shifting her gaze to the window.

"Ni hao." The guy said randomly, out of nowhere - his tone brightening up.

Xiaoyu jerked up secretly. 'Great, just great – culture exchange anyone?' she thought angrily.

"I can talk your language." She replied casually, uninterested.

The guy smirked, his gaze on his shoes. "I knew that." He retorted in Mandarin.

She shot a look at him. "I'll talk to you in Japanese, if you want." Like she said, she spoke in Japanese.

"No need. I'm in no mood to be entertained right now." He replied in his own language, plainly. He turned to a comfortable position and then closed his eyes. "Goodnight."

"Whatever." Xiaoyu mumbled, a hand supporting her chin. And then, she too, drifted to sleep.

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The ride was horrible as Xiaoyu had calculated.

And what a day with a beautiful stranger who hadn't even woke her up when the plane had landed, leaving her the only passenger left in there for the next ten minutes – snoring.

"Now where is that car which was supposed to fetch me?" Xiaoyu asked herself, lost.

The fact that her grandfather hadn't told her that she would be marrying a Japanese man almost dropped her to oblivion. She was lost as hell. That could only mean that a company called 'MISHIMA ZAIBATSU' had completely taken over LING CONGLOMERATION.

Ugh. Damnation of being bankrupt.

Thank God she remembered a sentence of what her grandfather had told her. A limousine was going to fetch her.

Well, she found one – parked at the center of the airport with a red carpet sprawled toward its doorway.

Mishimas – what else would she expect.

'Maybe he's too old to be rich.' She thought, expecting an old perverted fiancé waiting at some sort of restaurant with an huge diamond ring cased in a velvet box next to his elbows. Major YUCK.

Dragging her luggage, she proceeded to the limo and opened the door. And my, oh my…guess who's seated at the corner.

"Hi." It was the same guy who's seated with her at the plane. Um, let's rephrase that: It was the same traitor who betrayed her at the plane.

Red of embarrassment, she said, "I – I'm sorry!"

She closed the door and spun around to keep herself from screaming out of her own stupidity. Note to self: Never, ever, open someone else's car.

"Wait! Miss Ling!" A tall Japanese woman waved at her from afar. She waited for the woman to come to her.

"Get in the car, now."

Confused, she said, "But there's –"

"Just get in."

Without furthermore adieu, Xiaoyu was shoved helplessly inside as the woman opened the front door and took a sea there.

The guy smirked at her and said, "Hell, you get funnier by the minute. Get your priorities straight, woman."

"Who exactly are you anyway?" She asked not looking at him but finding herself a seatbelt.

"Jin Kazama." He breathed, "You?"

'Glad he's not a Mishima.' She thought, relieved. "I'm Xiaoyu Ling."

Hearing the name, Jin stared at her in shock. He just couldn't believe it. For once, he thought it was someone old, ugly and skinny.

Xiaoyu hated his to-die-for stare. She coughed intently, "What are you staring at?"

'Xiaoyu Ling.' Jin mentally slapped himself. That's right – what is he staring at?

He eventually smirked, "Ooh…is that how you talk to your fiancé?"

Xiaoyu gaped at him – struck at the moment.

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A/N: So that's it for the first chapter. Were you surprised the least? Well, I hope you like it and review.