So…you think this story was on hiatus? Well, think again. Or…maybe not. I just slacked off, that's all. And…yeah, school. And um…martial arts, too. Gonna be promoted this October! So um, yeah…wish me luck. If you give a damn, that is. If not, I don't give a damn, too…Heh, enough of this. Let's get on to the story, shall we? Btw, thanks for reviewing people. DANTE of DMC is HAWT. Huh…that was soooo random.

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Xiaoyu Kazama

By: Elie

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Xiaoyu sighed once she and Miharu reached her soon to be prison cell for the next eight months...well, not really literally. "Phew…I'm glad that was over!"

Miharu looked at her, skeptical. "Huh? What was over…?"

'The corridor parade, you idiot! The time in which my husband and his stupid friends gawked at me, remember!' Xiaoyu thought grimly, almost vomiting those words at her new found sassy friend, but was unable to do so because of the peppy, unaffected face beaming at her in the body that was named Miharu.

Oh, Miharu…if only you weren't that happy-go-lucky. You and Xiaoyu would've made the bf tag…Or even better: the bff – no, even waaay better: the bffl! For loners, it meant: best friends for life – with added life - a fact none of us would live forever, anyway.

"It's nothing, Miharu…" Xiaoyu shrugged, hating her first day of school even more. All she could think of was the varied possibilities of her status' revelation. What would the campus think of her? But then, there was something inside her that says not to worry. For she'd almost left out one person who'd share with her the same burden: Jin Kazama.

She smirked, feeling some sort of new found confidence building up inside her. Of course she'd stay low profile for awhile until fate would have their marriage announced publicly. How would Jin react, then? Perhaps he'd get so humiliated…Oh, she knew so well how her husband hated their situation more that she did.

'Almost a risky act of revenge, I guess.' Xiaoyu nodded at the thought before returning back to her senses when Miharu poked her head like a malfunctioning doll.

"Yes, Miharu…?" She asked through gritted teeth, trying her best not to sound too irritated.

Miharu pressed her hands together while tiptoeing her feet as if walking in wonderland. Xiaoyu could've thanked god she didn't squeal.

"Well, I've been thinking…since, you know," Miharu began, talking as if she floated in midair, "…we're friends and all. So I guess maybe we could be…"

'Don't tell me you're a lesbian…' Xiaoyu wanted to smack herself for thinking nonsense.

"…seatmates!" After that, Miharu squealed and invited Xiaoyu for a bear hug. "Come on, eight months in all! It'll be fab!"

Xiaoyu sighed, and Miharu engulfed her with her arms. 'Yeah…fab…'

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Jin was in big trouble. He's really in big trouble – as in, the worst one in his life…kind of trouble, with a big emphasize on the BIG word. Or at least, that's what he thought.

But then again, what's the use of his Korean best friend? He knew so well how Hwoarang could handle his problems. Heck, that guy was more of than a best buddy. He was a hero…

"Will you cut it out?" But then again, it depends on how you considered him to be. Well actually, it depended on the mood. If he'd be good for the day, then that's the time you'd consider that day a lucky one.

"Oh come on, brothah!" Hwoarang whispered in an insistent tone, "I won't tell anyone – even Steve, Raiker, oh you name them…!"

"You will know soon enough, alright?" Jin shrugged, running a hand through his sleek black hair, "I think…I think grandpa's gonna announce it later in the general assembly. Damn…I'm ruined."

Hwoarang scoffed. "That's ridiculous. You know what, if your wife's hotter than Asuka, you know what I'm gonna do- I'll…" he trailed off when Jin shot him a look.

"You're crazy." After that, Jin stood up and stormed out of the classroom.

…

He grabbed her by the arm, hurled her against the wall, and glared at her with his usual cold and unfeeling eyes. She did what she'd always do.

Mimic him.

"What do you want? And how dare you hold me like this!" Xiaoyu spat angrily, her tone becoming desperate. She delved into her husband's beautiful hazel eyes, searching for the reason on why he brought her to this secluded place.

"Let's talk," Was all he said before releasing his grip on hers.

"Oh okay, what is it? You wanna say sorry for ditching me or something. Anyways, I forgive you already. Happy?" She said groggily, rubbing her arm.

"What the fuck did you do, Ling? Why does grandpa want us now?" Jin began to pace about back and forth, his hands sweaty, and his face tense.

"What?" Xiaoyu blurted in shock, "What for…? For your fucking information, I didn't know that, you presumptuous cock!"

Jin stared at her. He didn't blink, not for a split second. Before anger got the best of him, he stomped his way to his grandfather's office ahead of her.

Xiaoyu growled and followed him.

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The double door was flung open as Jin entered roughly- his eyes were worried, but didn't address to anyone in particular. And, Xiaoyu daringly welcomed herself into the headmaster's office.

"What's this all about, grandfather?" Jin asked bluntly, now standing erect in front of Heichachi Mishima.

The old man, however, seemed to have ignored his question. "Ah…Xiaoyu…"

"Mr. Mishima," Xiaoyu said while she bowed as a sign of respect, "You…um, called for us?"

Jin glared at her. "Stop butting in."

But just when Xiaoyu was about to open her mouth to react or retort or spat whatever unfeminine words she could at him, they were both silenced by the piercing look their grandfather gave them.

Now entirely quiet, Heichachi smiled warmly before turning to Xiaoyu to say, "Why, now that you've married my grandson, you should've called me "grandpa" by now…"

A small blush crept upon Xiaoyu's cheeks as she murmured her apologies. She took a small peak at her husband from the corner of her eye and noticed that he was also…well…it was sort of obvious that he was doing the same.

Hell, they couldn't even admit how good they looked today to one another. Their ego's so in a boost that they couldn't even bring themselves to say it.

The slight silence lingered on. And, afraid of the awkwardness, Xiaoyu approached her now called "grandfather" to inquire of the situation.

"Grandpa…uh…could you tell us why we're here?" She meekly asked.

Heichachi smiled at her. "Why, we're going to announce your marriage with Jin! I didn't let you two marry without a cause-"

Shocked, Xiaoyu took a step back…and felt her back pressed against a firm chest.

"What cause?" Jin asked, deadly. He was so preoccupied with the sudden rage that he didn't notice his hands finding their way beside each of his wife's arms, almost seeking refuge.

Xiaoyu felt a tingling sensation engulf her. And instead of smacking Jin or doing any sort of disabling things she could to him, she gently touched his hands and pulled them to embrace her whole.

"I…I don't want the whole school to know, Jin…" She barely said in a whisper, closing her eyes as she imagined what the future would in store for them. And she hoped that there would still be a future for them- minus the humiliation that was about to happen at the General Assembly.

Jin could almost breathe her lavender and vanilla scent as his chin lightly grazed the top of her head. Damn, she was tiny. He didn't react exaggeratingly at her sudden will to let him hold her. Instead, he diverted his attention from her to his grandfather.

"Tell me the cause, grandpa. The cause of this marriage…" He was talking as if his teeth were clenched, "We want to know…"

Heichachi merely stared at them. And then he laughed.

"It has been decided, boy." He spoke as he went near the door. To his shoulders, he chuckled and said, "Just look at the two of you…"

Then the door was shut.

The seemingly forced couple lingered with the trance in their heads for a while and then realized that-

"WHAT THE-"

The two broke out of their minute long embrace, almost cussing on top of their throats.

"Ugh…god, I just hate you, Jin!" Xiaoyu squealed, wrapping her hands around her body protectively.

Jin rolled his eyes. "Just admit it…you like it when I hug you, eh?"

"Why, of course not! My mind was just so lost recently," She said as a matter of fact. Actually, she was lying. Hellooooo? Jin Kazama was holding her out of his free will! Who wouldn't want that?

Well, unless someone didn't want to hurt their ego…someone like Xiaoyu.

"I'm out of here, damn it." She spat and stormed her way out of the room.

"See if I care," Jin huffed, seeing that he has no choice but to exit the room, too.

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