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Chapter List
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Chapter Summary: Akira travels to England after hearing about her
father winding up in hospital after he was attacked, and she meets a mysterious
boxer�
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If
you steal, be prepared to suffer.
Chapter Warnings: None really this time, again. Rating will go up
after a few chapters or so.
Notes: Well, got my exam result and they aren�t as good as
I hoped so I�ll have less time, meaning I won�t be uploading as much L

Extra Notes: I�ve started watching Junjou Romantica and Monochrome Factor and I love them both so much! Look out for
possible �borrowing�. Keep an eye on my AFF.net account as well, I will be
uploading stories on there they can�t be posted onto FF.net.

Chapter 11 � Shattered World will up soon!
A
Tekken Story: Through the Years

The art of war is
simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can.
Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on
Ulysses S. Grant

Chapter 10 �
Attacked

January 25^th 2011

The worst day of my life�

I had finished
school after my shift at work (I now worked at the Mishima High School Caf�
which had opened a few weeks ago after a students came up with the idea for a
student caf� on campus) and my stupid cell phone had died, which I was pissed
about.
Ichigo hadn�t been
at school since the �make-up incident�, but I still phoned, texted and visited
him whenever I could (the black-eye had faded, but Ichigo was forced to cut his
hair since the dried paint was too stubborn to remove, so he now looked like Pai from the Tokyo
Mew Mew manga and anime series with one plait on
the side and the rest of his hair short). Satomi had returned from Chūō for her Rhythm Gymnastics
tournament with 2^nd place and Shin had somehow integrated himself into
our group (at first, Ryo was pretty mad and annoyed, but he soon warmed up to
him and they even hung out after school).
The minute I
stepped onto the path leading up to my house, a dark, uneasy edged itself into
my stomach, sending tremors into my heart. My feet picked themselves up without
me realising, carrying me to my straight up to the front door. My hands were
already reaching for my keys, but they were trembling as I slotted the key in
the lock, my breath ragged.
What? What is it?
I shoved the door
open after unlocking, throwing my bag in the corner and slipping off my shoes
hurriedly into a scrambled heap, dashing through the genkan into the living
room.
�Mom?�
The main light
wasn�t on so I could barely make anything out through the complete darkness.
The whole house was eerily quiet and still, as if no-one habituated it. All the
hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
�Mom? Are you here?�
I quivered when I
heard a whimper like an injured animal come from the sofa. I could see a form
concealed by the shadows crumpled on the cushions.
�Mom?�
�Akira�,�
Mom�s voice was
cracked and thick, like she has been crying.
�Mom, what�s the
matter?� I stepped over to her and touched her shoulder.
�Oh, Akira�,� Mom
whined and started sobbing.
�Mom? Please, stop
crying. Why are you upset?�
The dimness was
obscuring me from seeing Mom�s face properly, but I knew she had been crying
for a long time. She sniffed and heaved herself up so she upright, so she was
looking right at me.
�Akira, I just
got a phone call�,� she pushed out a heavy sigh,��it�s about your father,�
My heart sunk
from her words.
No�
�H-He was locking
up the dōjō when he was a-attacked�,� Mom
burst into heartfelt sobs again.
�W-What�?�
Dismay hit me like a thunderbolt.
�He-He�s in
critical condition, or so the police told me�,�
The
police?
�D-Dad�?� I
tried to speak, but the words fell away from my tongue like oil.
Dad�s been
attacked�why? Is he alright? What should we do?
My father�my
teacher�my most precious person to me�had been�?
I have to go; I have to
be with him!�
My fist
tightened,� Mom�I have to�be with him�,�
My fringe
limped forward so it curtained my eyes and I couldn�t see her reaction, but I
knew she sat upright suddenly, her eyes widen, tears still falling from her eyes
down her cheeks,� Akira-chan, what do you mean?�
I didn�t
answer her. Like my body was on auto-pilot, I twisted around tightly and rushed
out of the room, up the stairs and into my own room, grabbing the home phone on
the way. As I tousled around my bedroom and crammed things into my gym bag, I
ordered a plane ticket for the next flight to London using my University
savings. Once I had stuffed everything I needed and I had ordered my ticket, I
changed into more comfortable clothes and headed back downstairs, deciding who
to call for a lift to the airport.
I could call
Ryo and ask if Ai or Kinnosuke could drive me, but
then Ryo would have to get involved, meaning he would become concerned and try
to convince me to change my mind. Me nor my friends
were old enough to drive yet.
Who could I
ask?
Jin.
His name said
aloud in my mind alarmed me, making me freeze mid-step on the stairs, my eyes
expand slightly.
Why? Why Jin?
Well�could it be because
he has a super-rich Grandfather with at least four limos and a driver?
Of course it is! Haha, I should stop being so stupid!
I dialled Jin�s
cell and waited, sitting down on the last step of the stairs, resting my bag on
the floor. The dial tone sounded only twice before Jin picked up.
�Hello?�
That soft,
velvet-like voice�why did my heart just skip a beat?
�Hey Jin, it�s
me,�
�Akira? What�s wrong? Has something happened?�
I didn�t realise
that tears had been building up in my eyes until they smeared my vision. I
tried to blink them away and tried to push the large, hard lump in my throat
back down.
�Akira?�
�Jin�,�
My mouth was
quivering. I was struggling to speak.
�J-Jin,
something�s happened�something�s happened to my dad�,�
�What do you mean? Is he OK?�
�He was
a-attacked�he�s in the hospital�,�
��I�m coming over,�
�No!� My heart
was beating so fast I through it would burst at the thought of seeing
Jin�letting him see me like this,� Please�don�t. I just need to ask you for a
favour,�
�Of course. Anything,�
�Do you
think�maybe�you could give me a ride to the airport?�
Jin�s silence on
the other end of the line seemed to stretch on forever and an eternity,��Sure. I�ll send a driver round as soon as
possible,�
�Jin�thank-you,�
�It�s the least I can do. I hope your father
is alright,�
I hung up. I just couldn�t, wouldn�t�
I spent my time
waiting for the limo to turn up cradling my head in my crossed arms, letting
the cold tears ooze down my cheeks, damping my face and sleeves, choking back
the silent sobs.
Then the doorbell
rang.
I slung my bag
over my shoulder, peering down the genkan for any signs of Mom, and opened the
door.
�Jin?�
He was standing
infront of me, dressed all in black, his eyes�vacant.
�I had to come
and see you�,� he was unable to look me in the eye,��before you left,�
My legs shifted
of their own accord and carried me towards him, towards his inviting arms which
bounded me to his chest, his chin propped onto my head, his hands on my back
pushing me closer and closer him.
�It will be OK�I
promise,�
No�No, I can�t�
I peeled myself
away from his embrace, swiping my eyes quickly with the back of my arm so he
could not see the forming tears,� Thank-you�can I�ask you for another favour?�
Both his hands
were clasping my shoulders, supportively,� Of course,�
�Can you keep an
eye on Mom for a little while? I don�t mean stay here with her or anything�just
until I get back�,�
His thumb brushed
away the unshed tears settling on the corner of my eye,� Sure, don�t worry,�
�Thank-you,� I
whispered, squeezing my arms around his waist swiftly again before making my
way out the front door, and not looking back.
Jet-lagged from
an eleven-hour flight and the nine hour time difference, I stumbled out of the
airport after claiming my bag and hailed a taxi.
Thank God I had
paid attention in my English classes so I could speak the language alright. I
told the driver the address of the hospital my father had been admitted to and
hopped in when he nodded with clear understanding.
The driver
dropped me off just in front of the hospital after a quiet journey, making me
feel even more lonely on a completely different planet
rather than a completely different country. I handed the driver his money, told
him to keep the change and stared at the daunting building before me for a
minute or so before walking in.
I asked at
reception where my father was being treated, confirming that I was his daughter
with my passport and took the elevator to the third floor.
I turned the
corner and walked into Intensive Care, my skin prickling from the disturbing
atmosphere. I peered around all the beds and walked up to a nurse who was
jotting on a clipboard.
�Excuse me; I�m
here for my father, Naoya Oshimaki. I was told he was on this floor,� I asked.
�Ah yes,� said the
nurse and led me to the bed closest to the door at the opposite end of the
corridor.
�Thanks,�
�No problem,�
I pulled the
curtain away and inhaled a shocked breath at the sight before me.
Dad was lying on a
nursing bed, an IV and bundles and bundles of wires snaking from his arm, an unusual stillness in the room, mixed with
an unfamiliar beeping noise. He was still unconscious, both his eyes blackened,
blossoming bruises and fine cuts ornamented his face and his exposed forearms.
�Tou-chan�,�
I whispered, renewed tears springing into my eyes.
I failed to notice the discontinue of
oncoming footsteps coming from the doorway until I heard a voice with a foreign
but clear British accent asked,� Excuse me, but can I help you?�
I whirled around, not expecting anyone
to be here, waiting at my dad�s side, but the person I saw I did not expect at
all.
It was a boy around my age and around
Jin�s height, with pale skin, platinum blonde hair slicked back and piercing
eyes, almost as blue as a clear, summer sky, dressed in jeans, a purple cotton
shirt and a brown leather jacket, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
�I�um�,� I treaded into the room,
closer to Dad, making me feel safer, protected,� I am Naoya�s oldest daughter,
Akira. Who are you?�
�Oh, I�m sorry,� he glanced at my
comatose-rendered father before looking back at me,� My name is Steve Fox, I�m
a student of Naoya�s,�
My brow furrowed,� You are a student of
my father�s�a fighter?�
Steve nodded,�
Yes. Your father has been teaching me
boxing for the last six months,�
I fixed my eyes on Dad,� I see,�
�I take it that the police got in touch
with you?� Steve took hold of the chair on the far side of the room and placed
infront of me, right next to my dad.
�Thank-you,� I lowered myself into the
offered chair and dumped my bag a little bit under the bed,� They got in touch
with my mother, and I guess she tried to phone me while I was at school, but my
cell phone died, so�,�
�You got on a plane straight here?�
Steve dragged another chair over and sat opposite me.
I nodded and glanced at my watch. That
was over twelve hours ago�
Steve smiled kindly at me, keeping his
eyes on me,� Naoya talked a lot about you, you know�he talked a lot about his
family, but mainly about you. His martial arts daughter�,�
My cheeks flared red and my hands
tightened on my lap,� R-Really?�
He nodded and chuckled casually under
his breath,� He spoke very proudly of you�it was very heart-warming,�
I had no idea. Dad was the type of person
who preferred to keep his feelings bottled up and never exposing them as a sign
of weakness. When we trained together, Dad would always give me a report at the
end � what I did well, what I didn�t do well, what he thought I needed to
improve � but no out-right praise that Steve had just spoken about.
Ironic to be told by a stranger.
�U-Um, have you
been here long? At the hospital, I mean,� I uttered, clueless on what else we
could talk about.
�I was contacted
when he arrived at the hospital. I�ve been at his side since,� he leaned back
against his chair, fingers laced together and poised on his lap, his chin
digging into the centre of his chest.
�I-I see.
Thank-you for being here for him,� I was relieved. The thought of Dad being
alone, unconscious in another country, it made my stomach churn.
It was getting
late so I only stayed for a few hours with Steve in the silence, waiting and
praying, before I decided that I needed a shower and sleep.
�Do you have a
place to stay?� Steve rose to his feet as I did the same, picking up my bag,�
We have a guest room if not, I�m sure my parents wouldn�t mind,�
I smiled at the
kindness of a stranger,� Thank-you, but do not worry. My father gave me a copy
of the key to his flat above the dōjō, so I will stay there,�
�If you�re
sure,�
�Yes.
Thank-you anyway,�
I felt the
hospital, treading on alien soil, praying to the great Kami-sama that in the
next few days, my father would open his eyes and we would be on plane back
home, together.
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