A/N: Thank you for the reviews, though I must say that there are only a few consistent ones. But please, if you want this story, then review.

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Xiaoyu Kazama

By: Elie

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Chapter 4:

HONEYMOON SUCKS!

"This is the most boring day of my life," Xiaoyu sighed heavily, "No adults, no children…what kind of beach is this anyway?"

Another squirt came from her bottle of sun block lotion as she smeared it roughly all over her arms. The radiant sun rays came kissing the pale flesh of her virgin body…her face, her breasts, her flat tummy, and her legs.

A groan escaped from her lips as she arched her back and tugged the small string of the upper piece of her orange bikini, letting it fall loose as she rolled to her stomach and allowed the heat to occupy her back. This was a great opportunity to sleep – for last night, they were restless.

Not the restless that you might think.

It was truly difficult for her and Jin to adjust to each other, especially in one bed intended for newly weds to sleep in. So, where oh where did they sleep in, then?

Haha…in fact, they didn't.

They spent part of their evening glaring at each other during dinner, and when it was time for bed, you would never see the two of them together– Jin switching channels on the couch, while the martyr wife, Xiaoyu, got stuck painting her nails in the bathroom.

Talking about honeymoon…

I hope no one will disturb me, just this once, Xiaoyu thought, her long lashes colliding with her chocolate eyes, and then peacefully shutting at last.

Nothing covered her from the dreadful heat, her naked back glowing with sweat. But like, who'd give a damn anyway? After all, this place was now her own private beach – and if there were any people that could come in and play in this paradise, that could only be her and Jin…and the resort babes or hunks…err, servants.

"Wow…I'm having a free live show," a low voice boomed above her.

Unfortunately, she heard that. So, she craned her neck to peer behind her…and saw him. Suddenly, she felt very naked – literally.

"Y-you PERVERT!" she shrieked, her hands covering her breasts as she rolled to her back, now facing her husband.

"Now that's what I call a show," Jin mused, readjusting his shades. The sun was smiling upon the two, showing the radiance of their bodies glistening with sweat.

Mrs. Kazama couldn't help but flush, seeing her husband half-naked and donned only in tropical shorts which seemed like the boxers he wore during their wedding.

But it definitely wasn't the superman one anymore. Definitely…that was major gross.

Quickly, her other hand grabbed the towel she was laying on, tumbling a bit to her side. "Damn you," she muttered.

"What? I'm your husband now. I can look at you whenever I want," Jin said, staring at her as she struggled to cover herself up…and continued to TUMBLE.

Xiaoyu kept screaming, her body helplessly rolling on the sand. And oh, she could imagine the look on her husband's handsome face – incomparably mocking.

Jin laughed as much as he could. Not to piss her off, just because it was goddamn funny.

When the force stopped, Xiaoyu wanted to praise god for stopping at the wet brink of the sand, her face masked with sand as well as her cute bikini.

"It's his entire fault! That stupid, stupid, Jin Kazama!" She got up, moist sand all over her.

"So," Jin chuckled, moving closer, "Are you okay?"

Mrs. Kazama snapped at him. "What do you think asshole?"

He rolled his eyes and scowled. "Well, I don't know how it feels, of course. And it happens that you're faithful to have experienced it," he grinned, "And I believe you enjoy looking like a mudfish," he eyed her head to toe.

She grimaced, her fists clenching. "WHY YOU!" she felt baffled, humiliated and raged. Of all people, why would her husband be her number one enemy?

With all the frustration she could muster, she pushed Jin down on the sand. Talking about how built he was – he was freaking heavy!

"You're such a JERK!" She sneered, trying to leave when a big hand encircled her wrist – and dragged her down.

"WHAT THE –"

And the couple came rolling on the sand…luckily, they'd be back to Tokyo this evening, so it was time to say goodbye to honeymoon and hello Mishima Polytechnic High school!

Now this could never get better than going to the elite, international, and affluent, school…MARRIED.

TBC

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A/N: I know it's short, but lately, I don't feel like writing this anymore. I'm losing consistent reviewers and it sucks. I'm more focused (I think) on my other story, Endless Love.