It...
It is seldom that Jin finds himself in the company of someone.
'My solitude does not depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.'
An admirer of Nietzsche he was.
Shuffling by the said person keeping Jin company stole his attention from his diary, as she stirred in her sleep, reaching out with her hands to find the source of her warmth, only to tuck her arm around his stomach, snuggle her face in him and make herself content as she pulled herself towards his body to soothe her aching one.
Aching with need. Need for him. Jin.
They have come so far in their relationship'
'God...'
"Jin..."
Jin felt so warm. She moaned his name and snuggled close to him, pressing her naked body as much as she can on Jin, a content smile made her angelic face glow as she found her perfect spot and settled with her arm tucking Jin.
'We don't belong here. We belong together.'
God she took his breath away everytime she... whenever she was herself.
Nina Williams, his personal bodyguard was the definition of an obstinate, taciturn, concise, ascetic, conscientious person. She was all blonde, curves, cold countenance and sarcasm. Nina Williams was the women Jin addressed as perfect.
Perfection. Perhaps even beyond.
She joined his mission as a personal bodygaurd, ironic when taken into account her prior inclination to murder him on first sight. They had crossed paths often, although never on good terms, with an utter and vehement disregard for each other. Contempt even.
Jin's rigmarole of thinking was bewildered again as he felt Nina nudge his stomach and rub her nose on his body. It was subtle, so subtle on Nina's face, the parallel of perfection and beyond, a subtle frown, he noticed, one which soon melted away as she found her 'moment', the frown dying away with a content smile veiling her face.
Enchanted, Jin placed his diary on his...er...'their desk'. God, it was a foolish argument they had, just few days ago. It appalled him that they could fight over a desk, albeit he was also guilty of an equivalent obstinacy of Nina's. They fought till they gave up, spent but obstinate to the grave, falling in hi-'their bed', with a crackling of one's laughter followed by the other, their night spent enatgled and warm in their bed.
He could get used to this 'our' and 'their' situation.
It took Jin few minutes in this rigmarole of placing his diary, being cautious of Nina's body so close to his and all this thinking he did.
Gently, he faced his-
Personal bodyguard?
It made him giddy thinking how 'personal' as a word itself was aloof to the depth of their relation. And Jin wholeheartedly believed her body deserved more protection than anything of his.
A smile streched across his face with a thought, something his personal bodygaurd had insisted him to consider after her ardent proposal.
More shuffling by Nina brought Jin in his skin, making her discontentment known with a deep groan, pushing herself closer to her source of warmth.
Yeah, he can think. A lot.
Bewitched by her countenance, he made himself comfortable in their bed, creating a ruckus of shuffling and groans until they settled in contentment.
Nina's hand tucked him closer to her as her head rested on Jin's shoulder, her silky long leg resting between his legs, obstructing her 'prize' from this 'treacherous world damned to rot!', bosoms pressing on his chest with warmth otherworldly.
His smile never faltered and hers wouldn't die ever. A beat, another, followed by another, warming him to the core. Jin felt breathless, elated, content and, after all this pain, not alone.
A painful smirk etched his face with the thought. However, his further dwelling on such was halted by a deep groan from Nina, seemingly discontent with something.
Perhaps his thoughts?
She always knew.
And he never questioned how she did.
It was painful, a pain deeper than flesh and bones. Grief of being alone, when one craves a deep conversation with a friendly company, when one could spend hours gazing at the sea adorned by the sunset holding onto someone, when one could live the abstract fantasies one artfully creates, when one could hold onto someone on those 'days' where grief is the ambience, only to find a cold and barren home regardless of the heat, to find themselves walking in lonely roads at nights, to find themselves pouring their heart out to themselves, unheard and untouched.
The diary is never a friend more than those moments.
Nina stirred in her sleep, making her presence known to the deep thinker who was unconscious of a tear trailing down his cheek, dwelling and brooding.
Wiping his tear away, Jin felt Nina struggle and pull her body away from Jin's, a pain lacerating his being, only to drape herself on him, arms looping his neck and her nose burrowing his throat. He felt her snuggle as much as she can, finding her 'moment' again only when he pulled her closer to himself, a hand stroking her pale silky back and the other caressing her legs and...
"Jin..."
Her moans betrayed her. So needy and ardent. Never feeble. It made him warm to think he was the first man she gave herself to, that he held her heart, the heart of the 'Cold assassin', the strongest woman he ever fought, with the exception of his mom.
Another groan. God, she wouldn't let him grieve would she?
All of this was so unlike her, this nature of hers. It was like those passionate moments where people let what has been wrecking them for years be adressed, like a passionate confession, so swept away by their emotions they pour their heart and the waves sweep away everything.
Heh, it was like the one friend who never said anything but suddenly has everything to say and does ardently.
It was a wonder to him she chose him.
'I won't leave, Jin. You are mine forever now. You can NOT take back what's mine. Let the world rot in filth and dirt, I shall not waver again. Mine, you idiot, MINE'
It was not a petty confession, Nina never wavered in her stoicism and composure. Deny all he wanted, he was done for.
"Nina..."
A soft moan escpaed his lips yearning for her and he was in love. Jin Kazama loved Nina Williams.
Now to sleep and worry about how they'll fight over her soon-to-be surname, as she had personally and quite bluntly set forth tomorrow for such debates.
Nina Kazama?
Jin made a promise to himself, no matter how irresistible she is, he shall not adhere to her appalling conviction in 'Jin Williams'.
Regardless of his loss today.
Jin - 1
Nina - 17