It was spring; the nights were still cool and the days were warm and pleasant. Already, flowers were beginning to bloom and rainstorms were frequent. That night, however, was lovely.
The moon was shining through the window and fell in gentle sheets across Jin Kazama and his wife, Xiaoyu. The soft rustling of the leaves outside of the window could be heard making smooth noises that reminded Jin of the ocean.
He smiled, looking down at his wife's beautiful features as she slept. He gently stroked a few strands of her dark brown hair out of her face and rested his free hand safely on her waist. Her light skin seemed to glow in the moonlight and her beautiful body was accentuated by the thin sheet that covered them both.
'God,' Jin thought. 'I don't know what I ever did to deserve you.'
She had grown up over the course of the past three years. Although she was now a mature and sensible young woman of twenty-one, Xiaoyu never lost her sense of humor or her good-hearted nature. On the inside, she was just as loving and care-free as she had been when Jin fell in love with her.
Jin turned over on his back and stared at the ceiling. He was thinking about all that had happened over the last three years of their life together. The Iron Fist Tournament had come and gone; three times to be precise. Jin now controlled the former Mishima Zaibatsu, though it wasn't called that anymore. He and Xiaoyu lived comfortably in the privacy and luxury of the former Mishima mansion. But before all of that; before the tournament and before the Mishima Zaibatsu changed hands, Jin had left Xiaoyu.
He had never told her why he left; had hoped that he would never need to. There was something inside of him, something in his blood that needed to be destroyed. There was no way in the world that he would ever risk hurting her; though he knew that, by leaving, he had hurt her more than he could have imagined.
Once Jin had destroyed the devil within himself, which he did by ridding himself of all traces of his former 'family', if it was even fair to call them that, he returned to Japan. He was willing to never fight again. He had won the tournament and, with the tournament, Xiaoyu.
It had been hard, sure. But, now that it was all over, he wouldn't trade any of it for the world. He had everything that he could ever want. A nice house, a steady job, a loving wife, and the security that only he could provide them with.
After the tournament he had proposed to her. He had done it right where they had first met: in the garden outside of the dojo. Without question, it was one of the scariest things he had ever done. But when she knelt down to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying, he knew that it would remain one of the most wonderful moments of his life.
Jin turned back to his wife, remembering how happy they were on their wedding day. She had looked beautiful, of course. She had worn a western style wedding dress; long, white, and breathtaking. Jin couldn't forget the small white pearls that lined the top and bottom of her strapless gown, the small lace insets that had lain under the pearls, the beautiful train that drug slightly on the ground. Most of all, however, Jin remembered her smile.
It was one of the happiest times that they had spent together. Surrounded by friends and family, they vowed to spend the rest of their lives together.
Xiaoyu shifted in her sleep, softly sighing, and snuggling deeper under the covers. She gave a little shiver to which Jin responded, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.
A small moan escaped her and she opened her eyes. She smiled, sleepily, up and Jin and whispered, "Morning, love."
"Shh," he responded. "I didn't mean to wake you. I was only trying to keep you warm. Now, go back to sleep; I'll watch over you."
She smiled and gave him a kiss and cuddled close to him. She pressed her face against his bare chest and smiled. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too," he said softly into her ear. "Sleep well and have pleasant dreams, baby."
Xiaoyu shifted and turned in her sleep for a few minutes before she drifted back to sleep. Jin closed his eyes and snuggled as close to her as he could. 'Yeah,' he thought. 'I wouldn't change this for the world.'