D/C: I don't own Tekken...although i would've just settled for Jin...
Even though i'm not that an expert in Tekken, i thought i'd write this one when i got the idea...i just hope it's good enough.
By the time you read this note, I'll be long gone. Leaving was not something I wanted to do, but you have to understand that I had been forced into it. Why? I overheard my father talking to a group of professional assassins, and he was setting a reward on my head…any one to kill me first will get a five million dollar in cash, I guess I'm really expensive, huh? You know, it's kinda bitter to know that your father is scheming to kill you, but I should have seen it coming, he had always hated me, I was a fool to think that we will ever get along.
I know you're angry at me, I know you wanted to come with me, but I can't let you do that, I don't want you to get hurt…that's why I'm leaving now, I don't want you to face any danger…
I'll be back when this is over, I promise, I'll be back when I'm sure I've rid of all these assassins, don't you worry about me, I'll be fine, I can take care of myself.
I'm sorry I've had to tell you this in paper, but I knew you'd never let me go if I did. But until I come back, I want you to take care of yourself, alright?
Your loving husband,
Jin Kazama hitched the pack he was holding over his shoulder and trudged on. He found himself wishing he had brought his car along, but his dear father would have told the assassins about it, just like all the other stuff he had filled them on.
Jin kicked at a small pebble on the road as his mind went over the events of last night.
He had dropped at his father's company late that night to ask him for something, but before he could even knock on his office's door, he heard something on the other side of the door which sent a chill down his spine.
'Kill Jin' his father had said.
As he stood transfixed before the door, he managed to hear every single word that followed.
If those people seated in there got to kill him, they'd get a five million grand; it was like a contest.
He didn't get to see who was sitting in there, he just heard a few names…Nina and Anna Williams, Bryan Fury…he didn't recall the others.
He clenched his fists. Not only did he have assassins on his case, he didn't even know how they looked like, so they could be anybody…
He suddenly felt rather uneasy as he looked around at the passer-bys; it could be anybody…
He would have stayed later to have a peek at those guys, but the shrill ringing of the mobile phone in his pocket had caused him to flee for his life…if were going to face them, he'd rather not face them all together.
He also knew that if he stayed at his house, they would surely come after him…and after Xiaoyu, and he didn't want that to happen.
This was his battle, he had to face those creeps by himself…he also didn't want her to get hurt. He didn't care if he got hurt or killed, but Xiaoyu must not be touched.
If he left, they would follow him and leave her alone. He only hoped they would.
He suddenly found himself regretting that he hadn't told her to take cover.
Xiaoyu slowly rolled over in bed and was surprised to see that he was not beside her.
Could he have woken up early? No, that wasn't possible; Jin was such a late sleeper.
Frowning, she sat up in bed and looked around. 'Jin!' she called again, louder this time.
She slipped her feet into her slippers and tramped over the carpeted floor out of the bedroom.
'Jin!' she cried, sounding a bit frantic. Jin would never go anywhere without telling her. 'Where are you!'
He wasn't anywhere in the house.
She hurried over to the phone and dialed his mobile number, and jumped a little as she heard it ringing from the living room.
She put down the mouthpiece and hurried to the living room.
Maybe he was sleeping there on the couch. She felt disappointed when she realized he wasn't…and Jin would never leave without his phone.
A white sheet of paper covered in writings caught on the coffee table caught her attention and she picked it up.
She let out a small gasp as her eyes went over Jin's neat handwriting…at what was written in Jin's neat handwriting.
'Oh, Jin' she choked, falling back onto the couch. 'Why…why did you go?'
Jin paced around the platform impatiently. Where was that damned train! It should have been here ten minutes ago!
He walked up to the officer standing there. 'Er…excuse me, sir…but shouldn't the train be here by now?' he asked.
'Yeah, it should, but they had set off from the last station later than supposed, so…' the officer smiled apologetically. 'Are you in a hurry, sir?'
'Uh, yeah, you can say that again' Jin agreed.
'Don't worry, the train will be here soon' the officer assured him.
Jin thanked the officer and went back to his seat. He wanted to get out of here quickly, he didn't want one of those assassins coming up the platform and endangering all those people's lives.
C'mon! Hurry! Hurry!
He glanced at his watch. 09 30. He swallowed the lump in his throat with some difficulty; Xiaoyu would have probably woken up and read his letter by now. He knew she would be really upset. But it was for the better.
He spirits lifted up a little as he heard an approaching whistle.
'It's here, sir!' the officer shouted to him, smiling.
Jin nodded and stood up, hoisting his pack over his shoulder as he did.
He dug his hands in the pockets of his jeans and waited as the train halted to a stop and its passengers poured out before climbing on.
He found a seat and slumped down on it, throwing his pack to the floor beside him…he was feeling extremely tired.
A few moments later the seat next to him was occupied by a tall man with clear blue eyes and hair so blond it was almost white.
He smiled politely at Jin and he nodded, before turning to look out his window at the passengers swarming the platform.
Then he felt a sharp nudge at his side, and looked down in alarm.
A gun was pressed against his side. Jin's eyes followed the arm which held the gun to the face of the blond man.
'You're Jin Kazama, I presume?' he said softly.
Jin drew in a sharp breath, and his eyes widened.
'I'm Bryan Fury' the man said promptly. 'I want you to pick up your bag and quietly get off the train…if you are obedient, no one will be hurt'
Jin slowly nodded. He picked up his pack, and with Bryan still pressing the nuzzle of the gun against him, he disembarked the train.
The officer he had talked to previously walked up to him, looking slightly surprised.
'Er…I thought you were in a hurry to board this train, why are you leaving?' he asked curiously.
'I…I remembered I had something more important to do' Jin replied.
The officer nodded, cast a suspicious look at Bryan and stalked off.
'Now I want you to walk towards those restrooms in the corner' Bryan hissed in his ear.
Jin felt the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He had expected an encounter with the assassins, those guys could find you wherever you were…but this was just too soon.
When they had both stepped into the males' restroom, Bryan slowly shut the door and locked it.
Jin pulled away from him and swiveled around, looking Bryan in the eye directly, his breath coming out ragged and slow.
Bryan just smiled.
Their silence was interrupted by the sound of the toilet seat being flushed, and a man stepped out of a cubicle.
'Hey, what's the big idea?' he said angrily, noticing the locked door. 'Open this door immediately; I've got a train to catch!'
But a powerful punch from Bryan sent the man flying backwards and hitting the wall, before sliding down to the floor where he lay unconscious.
Bryan turned his attention back to Jin. 'I believe we have some business together' he said softly.
The coldness of his voice was too scary.
A/N: Was it good? Plz tell me it was good...it would be depressing to know that ur first story sucks!Sorry it's too short, though. Anyway, if u liked it, u could simply press that little button and send me a review, plz!