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Chapter List
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Chapter Summary: In one last attempt, an old friend of Akira�s, Matsuno Vanji, someone she hasn�t
seen since middle school, visits, but how will Akira react?
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If
you steal, be prepared to suffer.
Chapter Warnings:
Swearing and some hint of drug use.
Notes: Ah man, I need to stop writing and uploading
chapters within a day! I enjoyed writing this chapter, especially towards the
end!
Extra Notes: I�m back at school tomorrow (NO!) so I won�t be
uploading as much from now on. Besides, I�ve only planned the next chapter and
the chapter after that, so I need a break to do some planning!

Chapter 18 � The First Time I
Cried will be up soon!
A
Tekken Story: Through the Years
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�Locked in the basement
I'm so paranoid
I'm all encased in
And I can't escape
And when I look up Mother's looking down
And when I wake up Mother's not around

'Cause if you want you can have everything that I've got
If you want you can take it all away from me
And if you're unsatisfied well I'll watch you wave
goodbye
If you want you can take it all away from me

Please don't come down and see me this way
Please don't come down I'm too afraid�
�Basement� � Puddle of Mudd

�Emotionless I slip in to the black
And there's no turning back now
Everyone around me smoking crack
This tunnel is blinding
Hallucinating I'm debating life
But it's still moving forward
If I could just change the hands of time

Well I'd do it better

Just walk away

If you even heard a thing I've said�
�Said� � Puddle of Mudd

Chapter 17 � �Basement�/ �Said�

Two weeks later, I guessed that my �friends� got the message and left me
alone. Even Ryo managed to keep his distance, but there would times that I�d
catch him steal glances towards me, a look of reminiscence glinting in his
eyes. �
Tough, he was going to have to get used to it. I was a free spirit now, and
I was glad I did what I did, even if I tore his heart out of his chest and
grinded into the ground with my heel, hard. I had new friends now, I didn�t
need them.
During Friday lunch-time, I got a call from Nanaya.
�Yo,�
�Hi, yourself. This must be important; you don�t usually call me during school hours,�
�That�s because I�m usually sleeping,�
�And you don�t go to school anymore,�
�That too. Anyway, I�m calling you coz
we�ve been invited to a party tonight,�
�Oh, really?� I tried to sound like I had heard an opportunity I didn�t want to pass up,
but in reality, I felt the absolute opposite. I had been invited to parties
before, but I was sure that those parties were nothing like the type of parties
Nanaya, Lulu, Shiki and Hiryu
appeared at frequently. ��
�So, how
about it? Are you free tonight?�
�Sure, I�ll be there,�
�Cool. We�ll pick you up at 8,�
�Sounds good. See you then,� I hang up and tried to ignore the feeling of anxiety pooled
in my stomach, letting my mind fill with thoughts of interest of what laid
ahead for me tonight.
Around half-seven, I was dressed (a white three-quarter length sleeve Edge of Spirit band shirt, a black
waistcoat, black skinny jeans with a buckle-tie around each knee and a pair of knee-high
laced-up boots), tinted my face with make-up and styled my hair (I straightened
my bangs and curled the rest of my hair).
I guess I�ve been feeling
too eager since I got home.
I thought luck must have been on my side when I heard a knock on the door
as I was checking my reflection in the mirror. I hastily made my way downstairs
(Mom and Hana were out, like most nights now) and opened the door, feeling dismay
and anticipation at seeing my friends.
Only it wasn�t them.
It was Vanji.
�Akira�Akira, is that really you?� she asked, her voice as quiet as always,
the blush of shyness spread across her cheeks, her hand clinched to her chest.
She looked as startled as I felt.
��Yeah,�
�I didn�t recognize you for a moment�,� she smiled and titled her head,�
May I come in?�
�Ah, yeah�sure�,� I widened the door and stepped aside so she come in.
�Thank-you,� she got into the genkan and slipped off her shoes.
She had hardly changed at all in the last two years since I had seen her, I
reflected as I closed the door. She still had the same russet-coloured, short hair, the same big, brown eyes, the same
shyness she expressed towards anyone, reminding me of a Shizuku
Tsukishima from Whisper of the Heart.
She hasn�t changed a bit.
�Sorry for the intrusion, oh�,� Vanji started as
she pasted into the living room, only to apprehend that I was the only one
home.
�There�s no need for that. Would you like something to drink?�
�I�ll have some tea, please,�
�Sure. Do you wanna come into the kitchen?� I pointed over my shoulder.
Vanji nodded,� Thank-you,�
She shadowed me into the kitchen and settled into a chair at the table, but
I could feel her monitor on every move I made as I prepared the tea.
�So, what calls you here? I haven�t seen you since the last day of Middle
School,� I asked. Despite that, we still had kept in contact.
�Kikukawa-kun told me about the passing of your father. I�m sorry,�
I flinched as I placed a cup of tea infront of Vanji
at the sound of Ryo �concerning� over me again.
�Is that so?� I asked, biting back my anger as I sat opposite her,� Geez,
he never stops, does he?�
�He�s worried about you, especially since Naoya-san died and you started
acting differently. He cares about you. He loves you,�
�Hmph, he doesn�t love me, he just cares about
himself. They all do,� I took a gulp from my chilled can of Coke I had pulled
out of the fridge.
�That�s not true. They care about you,� she extended her hand out and
touched the back of my hand,� I do too,�
I seized my hand back,� Too bad I don�t care about all of you,�
�Akira�,�
�We hung out in Middle School, you�re one of them. So that includes you
too,�
�I wish you wouldn�t say such things,�
�It�s the way I feel,� I shrugged,� Anyway, isn�t that why you�re here? He
convinced you to talk to me, see if you change me back, right?�
She sheepishly avoided her gaze away from mine,� Not exactly�when I he told
me that you two broke up and you went off with those people, I decided I should
try too�,�
I tittered and draped my arm along the back of my chair,� Sorry, but it�s
unless, I�ve made my mind up. �Those people� are my new friends,�
�But, Akira�,�
�There�s no turning back. I don�t care anymore,�
�Why? Why are you acting this way?�
�Because I can,�
�Or because Naoya-san is gone?�
�Shut up!� I bashed my fist on the table and leapt to my feet,� This isn�t
any of your business anymore!�
Her face became softer, almost sorrowful,� Akira�I�m sorry�,�
I levelled my back so I stood up straight,
looming over her,� I think you should leave now. I have plans that I cannot
miss,�
�Very well,� Vanji rose from her seat and picked
up her bag,� Thank-you for the tea. I�ll let myself out,�
I sloped my head away from her so I didn�t have to watch her tucked her
chair back under the table, bow and leave the house.
If you care so much, so didn�t
you put up a better fight for me? Better yet, why did Ryo just let me leave
like that?

Nanaya, Lulu, Shiki and Hiryu arrived at my house ten
minutes late with two boxes of beers and the car Shiki �borrowed� from his Dad.
I guessed that they all had a little bit to drink before they came to pick me
up as they were all in high spirits on the drive there. It didn�t really help
my agitation about the evening ahead.
My mood didn�t improve when we reached Nanaya�s
friend Gaku�s house. Gatherings of cars bundled up
the driveway and the surrounding road. The front door was wide open. Every
light inside the house was on. Heavy-metal music boomed from inside. I saw a
couple of barely-dressed teenagers swaggered around the front porch as they
exited the house.
This was definitely nothing like any of the parties I had been to before.
Nevertheless, determined not be labeled a buzzkill,
I pushed my feelings and thoughts aside and walked in with the others.
�We should go and say �hi� to Gaku first!� Nanaya shouted in my ear over the music as Lulu linked hands
and led me forward.
Lulu skipped through the crush of bodies assembled in the genkan, which was
pungent with smoke, cologne and perfume. The floor was shaking under my feet
and the lurching dancers made me feel like I was in the middle of an
earthquake. With the loud, thumping baseline, it was too overwhelming. I felt unbalanced
on my feet. Every corner of the house was occupied with small groups of adolescents
� some of whom I recognized as older students at Mishima High � who were
drinking, smoking, engaged in a battle of drunken affection or sniffing white powder
from tables.
Definitely not. �
Empty cans and bottles were strewn across the floor and bowls of snacks
that had probably once belonged on the table had rolled off, their contents crunched
into the carpet. We wound our way through the crowds and slipped outside to the
garden, which was filled by less people, but still as noisy and littered with
more empty cans and bottles.
�Hey, Nanaya, you made it!� a voice shouted over
the slightly-muffed music.
�Gaku, good to see you! Great party!� he slapped the risen hand from a guy
behind us.
Gaku was plump,
the sides of his head shaved so it left a flat Mohawk and a row of silver hoops
along his left ear. Lulu threw herself into his open arms while Shiki slapped
him on the back and Hiryu nodded in greeting.
�Gaku, I want you to meet someone,� Nanaya grasped my shoulders and steered me towards him,�
This is Akira,�
�Ah, it�s nice to meet you Akira. I�m Gaku, the
host of the party, so enjoy yourself! He roared like a
comedic spearhead, sending everyone surrounding us into hysterics and pushed a
bottle in my hand,� Cheers!� He clinked his own
bottled against mine and flung back a swig.
Out of politeness and minor fear, I also took a gulp and nearly spit it
right back out onto Gaku�s shoes. The taste was crisp
and smooth but it burned as it slithered down my throat. Nonetheless, determined
not to be labeled a buzzkill and shunned out of the
group, I glugged the contents unceasingly. After tossing back and forth a few
comments with Gaku, Lulu gripped my hand again and
led me back into the house, among the masses of dancers. We danced together for
a few songs but I eventually lost sight of her midst the throng of grinding
bodies incasing me. I skimmed through the house to see if I could find Nanaya, Shiki or Hiryu and
spotted Nanaya speaking to a couple of other guys. I
tried to worm myself through the pack of melting flesh, but as soon as I found
a gap, it closed back up again as quickly. All the time I was dancing and
planning my escape, each time I finished off my bottle, other one was handed to
me. I lost count after four, and at that point, I felt-lighted and wobbly on my
feet as if my shoes no longer had grips underneath. I just wanted to sink to
the floor. When I decided to give into the urge, two hands gripped my upper
arms and hoisted me on my unstable feet again.
�Hey, Akira, are you OK?� Nanaya�s shouting in my
ear added to my throbbing head.
I shook my head and stumbled forward, doubling over in Nanaya�s
grip.
�How much have you had to drink?�
�I don�t know. They just kept giving it to me,� I waved my bottle in my clutches,
a little bit of liquid swirling in the bottom.
�Have you ever drunk before?�
�I�ve drunk sake before�,�
�Shit!� He paused. I couldn�t see what he was doing because my head was
leaning on his shoulder,� Hey, Shiki! C�mon, we need to send Akira home!�
�Why? Oh,� their voices sounded detached, like they were in the background.
�C�mon Akira, we�ll get you home,� I felt my weight being supported on
either side of me, so I guessed that both Nanaya and
Shiki had flung one of my arms around each of their necks.
I don�t remember much of them leading me out of the house or the ride home.
I felt so awful, I was actually thinking I was dying a slow and painful death.
I still had the partly filled bottle in my hand.
�Hey Akira, you�re home now. Here,� A sudden rush of cold air blew in my
face and I dragged onto my feet.
�Hey Akira, are you alright?� I felt my weight being supported again and
taking a few uneven steps forward.
�Y-Yeah�,� I lied. My body was aching and my legs felt unbalanced.
�Do you think you could get to your house on your own?�
I lifted my head, craning my neck to see my house a few paces away.
�S-Sure,� I was standing on the path, so it couldn�t be far.
�Good. Listen, we�ve gotta go. We�ll check in on you tomorrow,�
�OK,� I said in my drunken state, not really understanding that Nanaya and Shiki were actually abandoning me to get home on my own,� See you later,�
And just like that, the support released itself from me, making me misstep.
Somehow, tremblingly, I made it up the steps and to the front door. I fumbled
in my pocket for my key and tried to slot it in the keyhole, but my hands were shuddering
and my vision kept blurring.
It didn�t matter, because my fumbling woke Mom up.
�Hi there!� I greeted, cluelessly,� I�m back home!�
Mom stood there in her nightgown,� Have you been�drinking?�
�Yep! I got invited to a party! Didn�t I tell you?�
�You drunken fool!� Mom screamed, slapping my cheek with the back of my
hand.
I staggered when her hand knocked me lopsided, hurling me to the wall so I
hit my head.
�Ow! What the hell? What did you do that for, you
crazy lady?� I held the back of my injured head, sprawled on the freezing ground.
�You�re a disgrace to this family!� she turned and marched back into the
house.
�Yeah, yeah, I hear you,� I picked up the now-empty bottle that had rolled
out of my hand undamaged and picked myself up.
Nausea hit my churning stomach in waves as I cross the threshold and went into
the house, not bothering to take off my shoes. I went straight upstairs and
into my bedroom.
As soon as my bedroom door clicked shut, I lifted the bottle in my hand and
hurled it to the wall, watching it splinter into a thousand pieces and shower
down to the ground like a waterfall, leaving a damp-spattered patch on my wall.
Damn it.

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