Disclaimer: I really don't know why I bother with this but I don't own Tekken.

It had been about a month since Ling had moved back home. To her surprise she had discovered she had missed the place and her friends. She had quickly gotten back into the swing of things. She of course still missed Jin, and already felt the distance creating a wedge between them. They had talked and e-mailed but not as often as she would have liked. In a way she didn't mind too much, since she was busy training for the tournament. She still hadn't told Jin, and had decided not to after all it was her life she was the one who chose what to do with it no one else.

Today it was a bright and cheery morning. Ling yawned sleepily trying to focus on the journey ahead. She was walking towards school, not really wanting to get there. She walked unaware of anything around her, almost anything.

She was passing by one of the newspaper stands when a headline caught her eye. Frowning she moved towards the newspaper stand, she picked up the newspaper paying for it. She read the headline and part of the column, before crumpling it into a ball and furiously tossing it away on a near by garbage can.

The rest of the day was spend by Ling walking around angrily from class to class. Mumbling things like "how could he" and "I can't believe he could do that". In that same fashion she arrived home, mumbling and stomping to her room.

In her room she paced back and forth, trying to figure out what she would do, finally she went to her computer and sat down. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and groaned as she remembered what she had read in big bold letters the headline had read.

THE MISHIMA HEIR which had been what caught Lings attention.

Mr. Mishima is back at it again, holding the third "King of Iron Fist Tournament". This time like last he isn't the only Mishima in the tournament, his grandson Jin Kazama will also be there. Jin has been relatively kept in the shadows training, and by what our sources tell us he is a tough opponent, having learned from his grandfather. Needless to say this will prove to be a very interesting....

That had been all Ling had read before she crumpled the newspaper in her hands. Now she was furious. There was Jin telling her not join the tournament because he didn't trust his grandfather and what does Jin do enters the tournament. She was so angry with him she had decided to write him and e-mail telling him exactly what she thought. She had decided not call him, thinking she would just yell and that wouldn't get her any where.

So now she sat in front of her computer on the compose screen. She glared at the monitor and typed angrily.

DEAR BACKSTABBER! she shook her head and backspaced.

DEAR HYPOCRITE! she scoffed like that was better she backspaced again. She leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes to think of what and how to write what she wanted to say.

After fifteen minutes of contemplating, what she was going to say a sudden thought struck her head.

"How did Hehachi ever get Jin to agree to enter the tournament?"

Finally she thinks!

"Huh!"

Hiya I'm the better you or subconscious

"Whatever"

No whatever's think about it before you jump to conclusions, How would that old fart get Jin to join the tournament?

"Well"

Ling thought a moment.

"Heihachi is pretty manipulative, and he had been bothering Jin since forever and what if he just finally gave in. Wait a minute" She said her head snapping back up.

Exactly what if Jin had already agreed to enter the tournament before you told him you wanted to join.

"Then that means he was just worried about the chances of him and I fighting I mean he did say I was his best friend"

Oh I swear sometimes you're thicker then a dictionary and thesaurus combined. Friends don't kiss the way you two do.

"But, no way Jin said I was a friends to him and he meant it"

And you believed him. And besides since when do you give up that easily.

"Shut up!"

Fine don't listen to me

"Gladly"

With that she tune out the annoying voice in her head. Though she didn't manage to tune out what she was thinking. Could it be that Jin really did care for her as more then a friend? Could that have been why he had told her he could only be her friend the day after they had kissed? So that meant that he really just wanted to protect her from harm. She smiled and with a new train of thought she started typing her message.

DEAR JIN...

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Jin punched the dummies in front of him angrily succeeding in breaking them into little pieces, that scattered in all direction of the training room.

"Damn things"

He stood starring at nothing, just panting, a glance at his watch told him he had been in the training room for a good three hours. Jin decided to call it a day.

He walked out of the training room to his room. In there he headed straight for the bathroom, he was badly in need of a shower. He reached into the stall and turned the water on, he stripped his clothes and stepped right into the stall, not bothering to adjust the temperature of the water, leaving it on cold.

Jin sighed at the cool feel of the water against his sweat covered body. He rested his hand on the wall in front of him and leaned his head forward on his arm. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feel of the cold water cascading down from his head to the length of his body.

This was what his life had become, since he had last seen Ling. Nothing but training, that was all that occupied his thoughts now even more than before. The tournament was nearing, Jin felt he was ready, ready to take on that monster and whatever his grandfather threw at him. Jin groaned.

Every time he thought of the tournament, his thoughts would immediately travel to Ling. How would she react when she found out he was going to be in the tournament? He wouldn't be surprised if she never wanted to speak or see him again. In a way that was a good thing, she would be away from him and ... more importantly away from the thing he felt growing stronger inside him. Stronger then Jin, everyday he felt as if he were loosing more and more to it.

Jin's eyes snapped open. He knew he couldn't do much against it, he didn't know how to fight back against that thing. He was afraid, thought not for himself, for others, especially Ling.

"I might not be able to do much against it, but I swear I won't let it hurt you."

With that silent promise, to the one he knew he loved and would always love. He showered and stepped out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist. He changed into black sport shorts and a white t-shirt.

He went into the kitchen, but decided he wasn't hungry, grabbing only a water bottle. He walked down the hall, into the library. He crossed the library going into the game room when his computer screen caught his eyes. He moved towards his desk, it was a mail message.

He sat on his chair, and clicked on his inbox hoping the e-mail would be from Ling. They hadn't talk or e-mailed much, but whenever he got a phone call or and e-mail from Ling his heart would always leap to his throat. The e-mail was from Ling, the subject read "I understand".

Jin frowned, "I understand?" suddenly he didn't want to know what Ling had written him about. With a shaky hand he grabbed the mouse and opened the e-mail and began reading it.

Dear Jin:

At first I didn't know how to begin, I was confused and angry then I calmed down, and I am really glad I did because I don't want to say the wrong thing. Then I realized I still didn't know how to begin, so I thought and after a while everything I wanted to say just came to me and I found a poem was the best way to express everything I feel. O.k. here it goes;

Jin I have come to understand that you are a part of me.

I understand that you may never be by my side,

but I also know you'll never leave me.

You are the air that I breath

The sky that I love

The water that quenches my thirst.

You are the definition of love,

even though love cannot be define,

for defining means;

placing a limit to what something is,

and love knows no limits.

Your strength, your will has helped me be a stronger person.

Whenever I see I dove sheltering itself with it's wings from the rain,

I'll be looking at you.

Whenever the sun peaks through a cloudy day

I'll be looking at you.

Whenever I see rain drops sliding down my window.

I'll be looking at you.

Do you see? even though you're not here

You can't leave,

I won't let you.

So Jin I hope that made, some sense. What I'm trying to say is that I love you more than as a friends, and whenever you're ready to admit you feel the same I'll be there. I want you to know that I do understand and I'll see you soon, well sooner than you think. I'll see you at the third King Of Iron Fist Tournament. Good luck.

I'll Love You Always,

Ling

Jin blinked and closed his eyes, he felt like he was about to faint. She knew, she knew about him entering the tournament, and worst of all she had said that she would see him at the tournament.

He shook his head, he prayed to god that didn't mean what he thought it did. With another glace at the e-mail he took a deep breath and clicked on the attachment. If he had felt shocked, then he felt like dying now. There on big bold letters were the names of the fighters entering the tournament and among them was Ling's name.

Ling had entered the tournament, he closed his eyes and slowly leaned back on the chair. God Ling what have you done. He thought, raking a hand through his hair. Now how was he suppose to keep her safe. What if they went up against each other, he shook his head slowly. It was too late to withdraw from the tournament.

Jin stood up and went to look out the window. He had tried he really had, but now all that was left was let things play out. Wait for the outcome, there was nothing more he could do. Ling was in charge of her life, she had told him once, she would do "whatever she wanted when she wanted."

He stepped away from the window, walking back to his computer. He sat down and stared at the screen for awhile. With a sigh he started to type a reply.

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Ling stared at the screen afraid to open the e-mail Jin had sent her. After ten minutes she took a deep breathe and opened the e-mail.

Dear Ling;

I understood everything you said perfectly. I'm sorry I can't express my self like you can. Though I can tell you that what you said was true, I am not ready to be more than friends. There are things that you don't know about that keep me from being that close to someone. Perhaps one day .... No when I'm ready I will tell you, and believe me when I say you're the only person I want to tell.

As for the tournament what can I say I could say I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but that would mean you would also have to apologize. When there is no need for apologies, we both have our reasons. I know now I can't always protect you and I'm scared to admit you don't need me to protect you. So all I can say is good luck to you too.

I hope that one day we can, be together as more than friends.

Forever yours,

Jin

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End

Owari

Fin

M.C: (sniffs) O.k. it's over that's it. I know most well probably all of you wanted a happy ending, but I wrote that.

Jin: You certainly did, you have got to be depressed to write so much angst

M.C. I am not, this story just sort of turned out that way, even I cried over the last chapters. Oh but it feels good to finally have finished ^ _ ^

Jin: (sniff) That was ...a (sniff) sad end Whaaaaa!

M.C: (covers ears) Damn. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Gomen-nasai.

Jin: (turns chibi) No sorries! (pulls M.C. hair)

M.C: OW!

Jin: Come on I'm the muse and we're writing a sequel.

M.C: Let go (pulls free) Sorry about that, now. First of I want to thank all the people who reviewed this fic I really, really appreciated it and special thanks to those of you who stuck with me through the end, you know who you are don't be shy, thanks, you guys really made me want to continue. Second do you guys want a happy ending sequel?

Jin: (still chibi) Say yes, say yes.

M.C: Great chibi muse. Well 'till next fic.