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Chapter Summary: Akira receives another package from The Secret
Admirer but this time she thinks she knows who it is, even though it could hurt
someone deeply�
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Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If
you steal, be prepared to suffer.
Chapter Warnings:
Swearing.
Notes: Long time no see, huh? I�m so sorry I haven�t upload
in FOREVER � I�ve been mega busy with Uni and work
and unfortunately things are not about to get easier as I have two essays and
an exam to prepare for when I go back next week but I�ll and upload as much as
I can! Thanks.
Extra Notes: Many thanks to SoulEmbrace2010, Called-Plan-And-Uke-Yutaka-Fan, Kaneshiro-Sama
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Chapter 23 � A Prisoner of Love
will be up soon!

A Tekken Story: Through the
Years

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it
does not boost, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not
self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no
record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It
always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always
perseveres.
1 Corinthias 13: 4 - 7
Chapter 23 � Akira the Romantic?

What�s happened to me? I swear I never used to be like this. Why is this
happening? I swear things never used to be this complicated.
I wish I could go back to those times.

�Ah, Akira-san! Look! Look!�
A warm presence skimming against my arm brought me
out of a trance I didn�t even realise I was in like
coming out of a fog. A very dense, thick fog.
�Eh? What is it?� I was on my shift at the Mishima
High School caf�, washing the used dishes in the kitchen.
My co-worker, Sugimura Hirota,
was squashed up to my side, gazing over the saloon-styled doors that separated
the kitchen from the main caf� area, her cheeks dusted in a baby-pink colour.
�It�s Hanba-san!�
I was thankful for the sink below my hands;
otherwise the teacup I had been cleaning would have exploded into thousands of
tiny fragments. I have no idea why when I hear Hanba-san�s
name, I react in that way � well, OK, I do.
Handa Rinako was a name that
filtered all around me throughout my time in middle school and again now in
high school. But not for any wrong reasons or anything like
that.
Basically, Rinako-san was
the most beautiful girl in the school. Hell, she was probably the most
beautiful girl in Shinjuku. She was
tall (after my growth spurt, I was as tall as her, which made me very happy),
graceful and smart � everything girls wanted to be, girls envied but yet, at
the same time, it was hard to dislike her. She had long, wavy reddish-brown
hair that tumbled down her shoulders and back, perfectly shaped eyes with long,
dark eyelashes and flawless skin � many people referred to her as a porcelain
doll, the gorgeous collectable ones that people adored and admired. She was
friendly, chatty and the top of all her classes. Gah,
I hated, loved and wanted to be her all at the same time.
Rinako-san had been spotted outside of school many times, but
this had been the first time I had seen her with my own eyes in civilian
clothes. She was outfitted in a plain white, frilly sundress with knee-high
socks, sandals and a matching flower-pin in her hair. She looked stunning.
�I wander what Hanba-san
is doing here today? I�ve never seen her in here before,�
I dried my hands on my apron and snapped my fingers
at Hirota when an idea popped into my head, �Maybe
she�s on a date here!�
�Ah, that must be it!� Hirota
grabbed my hands inbetween hers and started dancing in a circle, �That�s so
nice!�
Needless to say, Hirota
could be a bit weird at times, �I wonder who it is?�
Hirota composed herself into deep thought, �It probably has be
someone in grade three,�
�Or maybe it�s someone outside of school � someone
we don�t know,�
�Hmm, it�s possible. But he�ll definitely have to
be handsome to land a date with Hanba-san,�
We glanced at her again, sighed profusely in unison
and sunk our chins into our cupped hands, elbows leaning on the worktop surface,
�How nice,�
I dipped my hands back into the sink to retrieve
the mug I had dropped previously as Hirota piled more
dirty dishes beside me, �It must be nice to have the attention that Hanba-san gets all the time,� I commented dreamily.
Hirota stopped short and peered at me as if I was suddenly
speaking an alien language, �Are you kidding me?� Her sharp eyes descended then
ascended my body.
What? I blinked at her, �Eh?�
�Akira-san, don�t tell me you haven�t noticed,�
�Noticed what?� Now I really was confused.
�You�re just like Hanba-san,�
Hirota shook her head and rolled her eyes as if I
were an infant, �God, I would do anything to look like you both,�
Wait, what? �I�m�not anything
like Hanba-san,�
Hirota unexpectedly flicked the middle of my forehead with her
thumb and index finger, causing me to whine in pain, �You so totally are! Guys
are always staring at you, helping you out with heavy stuff, they even move in
the hallway to make sure you get through!�
I rubbed the newly sore patch of skin, �No, they�re
not. They�re just being�nice,�
�Are you deaf or something?� Hirota
angled her hands as if to say �Are you
really that dense?�, �Guys never to that for me � they only do it for you
and Hanba-san!�
What? I was very sure at this point that my entire body was
washed in a dark burgundy shade, just as Ohtsuka
Norio (AKA the biggest nerd of our grade, well maybe not compared to Jin and
Tae) walked in. Great,
just my luck.
�That explains why you�re dating the football
captain/major sports jock and why you�re good friends with two of the most
eligible bachelors in our grade!�
�Who�s that?� Norio asked,
some hope glinting in his eyes. Poor boy.
�Kamiya Shin and Kazama
Jin,� The �duh� went unsaid in her
�I-can�t-be-bothered-to-talk-to-you-but-I-have something-to-tell-anyway-so-I-may-aswell�
voice.
�I�m not friends with Shin and Jin because they�re
attractive�or because I am, I think,� No,
I still don�t quite believe it.
As if she could read my mind, Hirota
flicked my forehead again in exactly the
same place, igniting the flame of pain again, only slightly more
excruciating compared to last time, �You keep telling yourself that,�
Norio disregarded Hirota
like she had done moments ago and turned to me, �Oh, I nearly forgot, Akira � a
package came for you,�
I came to attention, �A package for me? Here, at
work?� That�s bizarre.
�Are you sure it�s not something you didn�t sign
for like last time?� Hirota sneered, her face pinched like Sakura�s would when
she makes fun of someone, making me want to give her a punch in her stupid
face. I held back.
Once again, Norio overlooked her, �It�s on the
bench in the locker-room,�
�OK, thank-you,� I excused myself but of course, Hirota tagged along with her big nose in my private, personal business. Urgh.
After I � we � notified our supervisor, Iwane-san,
that we wanted to take a break, we both went into the locker-room, and true to
Norio�s words, there was a packaging sitting on the metal bench directly
infront of my locker.
I don�t have a
good feeling about this.
Sure enough, I was right. The parcel was large and
rectangle, wrapped in brown (recycled maybe?) paper, tied with tight string.
With the Secret Admirers stamp on it.
Ever since I had received that bracelet at
Christmas, other parcels had been sent to me with cryptic messages and no name
or clues about the Secret Admirer�s identity. But the thing that really struck
me as odd was the actual gifts themselves � a few CDs, more jewellery,
a few books � but all things that I would have bought myself. Which only meant one thing � I knew
this person, and they knew me pretty well too.
I had tried to figure out the identity of the
Secret Admirer � when I showed Mom my bracelet, she recognised
the beads and where they were from, but when she contacted the seller on my
behalf, they told us that the person had paid in cash and had left no contact
details so they never knew who they were.
A dead end.
Until now.
I lifted up the bundle � it was heavy � and overturned
the tag attached.
Akira
The course
of true love never did run smooth.
The Secret
Admirer
Shakespeare?
�Who is it from?� Hirota
asked, gazing over my shoulder.
I overlooked her inquiring, untied the string,
pulled off the tag and shredded off the paper.
The
Complete Work of William Shakespeare
Wow, this
person really does know me.
�A book on Shakespeare?� Hirota sounded boorish and
blew a raspberry.
Who is this from? Someone back from Ōsaka? Someone
from school? Someone from work?
�I think this
proves that you are just like Hanba-san � I never get gifts from a secret admirer,�
After
quizzing Norio, Iwane and everyone else on duty, I
wasn�t any closer to the truth � the package had been left on the counter,
which had not been witnessed, without any sender information or anything like
that. It was weird that this person had dropped it off at work � they usually
dropped it off at my house or in my kumi (but not on
my desk) at school.
So this person knows what days and hours I
work. It has to be someone I know.
Luckily,
Xiao and Miharu improved my mood when they showed up before closing time
(technically they weren�t Mishima high school students yet, but I served them
anyway). It distracted me from Hirota and pushed the
thoughts of the Secret Admirer to the back of my mind as we talked and laughed.
I was definitely in higher spirits when Xiao invited me back to the mansion �
unfortunately Miharu was already behind on schoolwork so she declined.
�Don�t
you have schoolwork too?� I asked her when Miharu departed.
Xiao
nodded and slipped on the last of her green tea, �Sure, but I really don�t want
to do it,�
Somehow,
a forced laugh pushed up my throat and through my mouth.
Me and Xiao were in her room again � I was
flicking through her CD collection as Xiao toyed with her hair.
�Were
you OK earlier? You seemed to be in a bad mood before we came to see you,� Xiao
was focused on her mirror on I knew she was looking at me through my
reflection.
I paused
through my search to glance up at her for a split second, then
let my eyes drop and resume my examination, �It was nothing,�
�It was
obviously something, Akira,� she
grabbed her brush and tugged at her long locks, �C�mon, you can tell me,�
I sighed;
set down the CD I had been inspecting, and opened my backpack, �Can you keep a
secret?�
�Sure,�
�I
really mean it though, Xiao. You can�t tell anyone � not even Jin,�
She
revolved in her chair to gaze at me, �Of course, I promise,�
I pulled
(more like heaved) the book out of my bag and placed it in Xiao�s hands.
�Shakespeare?�
Xiao scrunched her eyebrows at me confusingly.
�It was
given to me at work,�
�By
who?�
I
crossed my arms over my chest, �My secret admirer,�
Xiao�s
eyebrows now disappeared under her bangs, �You have a secret admirer?�
I nodded
and dumped myself onto her bed, �Yeah, and it�s becoming bothersome,�
�Do you
have any idea who it is?� Xiao opened the book and scanned a few of the pages.
�Not
really�I mean, well, I kinda do, but�,�
�But
what?�
�Well,
I�m not exactly sure who it is, I�ve just�done a little bit of investigation
work and I�ve narrowed done some possibilities,�
Xiao
positioned the book on her dresser and took a seat beside me on her bed, her
hair loose above her shoulders, �OK, shoot,�
�Well,
suspect number one is obvious � Ohtsuka Norio. He
works with me, he�s in a few of my classes and he was the one who told me I had
a package,�
Xiao
nodded, �Has he ever been to your house?�
�Nah-uh. We�re not in the same kumi
either,�
�He
could easily find out which kumi you�re in and where
you live,�
�I know,
but I don�t think that Norio is attracted to me,�
�Maybe
he doesn�t have to be � he could just be messing with you,�
That would be creepy. Xiao must have seen my alarmed expressed
because she asked me, �Um, who�s your other suspect?�
�Suspect
number two is�Ryo-kun,�
�Ryo?�
�It�s
not as crazy as it sounds. I mean, think about it � Ryo-kun is my boyfriend, so
perhaps he wants to do something amazingly sweet for me, so he came up with
this idea,�
�I can
kinda see your point�,�
�But, I
think if Ryo did this, he would have told me � he wouldn�t be writing weird
messages and calling himself �The Secret Admirer�. He�d probably keep it a
secret for a little while, then tell me it was him,�
�How
long has this been going on for?�
�I got
the first gift on Christmas Day � someone left it on my doorstep,�
�Really?�
�Yeah. I doubt it was anyone I know from Ōsaka. Not even Susumu would fly all the way out here
just to leave a gift for me on my doorstep,�
�Susumu?�
��It�s
complicated. He�s my best friend�s older brother,�
�So, The
Secret Admirer�s just been leaving these gifts for you to find? He hasn�t been
mailing them to you?�
�I don�t
think so � there�s no sender address, or my address on them, for that matter.
Just my name, a message and then signed off by him,�
�That is
strange�,�
�Yeah,
and it�s pissing me off,� I stood away from the bed and kicked (lightly without
my full strength) Xiao�s desk leg.
�Is
there anyone else you can think of?�
It may not be someone I know, or at least
not someone in my group of friends � it�s not Shin�s style, Jin probably
doesn�t think of me that way and Ichigo�well, I�m not sure about Ichigo.
Is it someone I don�t really know, but they
really know me?
Am I being stalked?
�What if
it�s Jin?� Xiao�s monotone voice cut through me like a knife through butter.
What? �You think Jin is The Secret Admirer?� I don�t believe this. Not again.
Xiao
shrugged but didn�t face me, �Who knows?�
�Why do
you think Jin is The Secret Admirer, Xiao?�
She
finally looked at me, dead in the eye, and I immediately regretted asking her
that question. Dread pitted my stomach like a lump of lead at the sight of
Xiao�s expression � her eyes dull, her mouth soothed in a thin line, her
shoulders slightly slumped forward. I knew this look.
This was
a look of love.
Damn, why hadn�t I taken her seriously
before?
�I�ve
seen the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, the way he is with you. Like you�re the only person
he sees in the entire world. Like you�re the person he would put before
himself. Like you�re the only one who matters,� Her eyes began to shine, like
they were filling up with tears, �He�s in love with you,�
Oh, Xiao. I�m so sorry I didn�t realise.
I shook
my head, �Jin isn�t like that when he�s around me. He isn�t in love with me,�
�Then
why did he ask you out on that date?�
�It
wasn�t a date, Xiaoyu. We just hung out,�
�Then
why does his face light up when he sees you?�
�His
face doesn�t light up when he sees me,� I pinched the bridge of my nose and
squeezed my eyes as tightly as I could, �Look Xiao, I can kinda see where
you�re coming from. I�ll admit that me and Jin and closer than he is with other
people, but that�s because I was the first person to befriend him when he came
here. We�re just really good friends,�
Sure, I�m the one who holds all of his
secrets, the one he confides in, the one he spends the most time with, but he
doesn�t feel that way about me.
I
continued when Xiao didn�t speak, �People can be good friends with the opposite
gender without a romantic link. Me and Jin are those
people � we�re like brother and sister,�
�You may
see it that way, but Jin probably doesn�t,�
�Xiaoyu,
Jin is not in love with me! And even if he is � which is very doubtful � I
don�t feel the same way about him in that case,�
Do I?
�You
just don�t see it, do you?� Xiao didn�t jeer at me or use a venomous voice like
I thought she would, she just kept her voice level like before, �Jin is in love
with you�and you love him too,�
What? �Can you hear yourself right now? Do you realise how crazy
you sound right at this moment?� I realised that my voice was increasing in
decibels, but it was hard to get through to someone when they�re not truly
listening.�
�It�s
true and you know it!�
�Like
hell it is! I�m not the one in love
with Jin! You are!�
Xiao
blinked and her mouth popped open, but she dropped her gaze and nodded, �I�The
first time I saw Jin, when I moved in with Grandpa Heihachi�he was sitting
infront of a tree in the courtyard, reading a book...,� he twisted her head so
she could stare out of the window, like Jin was there now, �He just looked so
peaceful, so content�,� she gave me a sad smile and shrugged her shoulders, �I
guess I fell in love with him the moment I saw him,�
Oh, Xiao�
�But it
doesn�t matter�my feelings don�t matter. He loves you, and only you,�
Why can�t she understand?! �Xiaoyu, Jin doesn�t love me! I don�t love
him! End of story!�
�You�re
the only one who can make him happy. And if he�s happy�then I�m happy too,�
�Stop
speaking all this bullshit! Me and Jin are never going
to happen! Ever!�
�It�s
not bullshit and you know it!�
�Argh!� I began to pace around her room, arms
linked behind my back so I wouldn�t harm her, raging in my veins like war
drums,� I�ll make this very simple for you � Jin is my friend, and that�s the
way it�s going to stay! I mean, I have a boyfriend who I love and care for very
deeply. No-one can compare to him�not even Jin,�
Oh shit�
Before I
knew it, Xiao tackled me to the ground, her fingernails jabbing into the exposed
skin of my forearms, her teeth bared like a wild animal. I wrestled with her,
trying to defend myself but her anger was getting the better of her.
And
me.
�Why
can�t you understand?� I spat, nudging my knees underneath her so I could push
her off me, but she continued to writhe above me, making it impossible.
�Why
can�t you stop being so ignorant?� she tried to reach for my face, so I shoved
my bend knee into her stomach (I didn�t use as much energy as I could have
done, but she was my friend after all) and pushed her now injured body off me.
I rolled across the floor, and once I was out of Xiao�s grip, I got up to my
feet and proceeded to the door.
Until
Xiao lunged for me again from behind.
�Argh!� I retaliated by digging my own nails into
her forearms wrapped around my neck, hoping she would release her clasp. I even
slammed her backwards against the still door, but she didn�t budge.
With
Xiao on my back (literally), her arms locked around my throat, her legs
fastened around my hips, there was only one more thing I could do � throw her
across the room.
So I
did.
I
finally managed to pried Xiao�s hands apart with my razor-nails so I gripped
them, bent down and with all my strength, I flung her off my shoulders and onto
the bed (I could have thrown her against the wall, but like I said before,
she�s my friend). Once she was in the air, I turned and dashed out the door,
only to be met by a bewildered looking Lee and Jin.
�What on
Earth is going on?� Lee demanded. Jin was on a step behind him, eyeing me in slight
confusion and concern.
I opened
my mouth to explain, but I shriek rippled behind me. I spun around, my fists
raised for action; only Xiao crashed into me a split-second later, causing us
to tumble down the (hard-edged) steps, scraping and hair-pulling as we made our
way down. We eventually collapsed at the bottom, rolling a little bit away from
eachother. I guess Lee and Jin had been watching us and so took the opportunity
to keep us apart.
�Tell me
what the hell is going on right this minute!� Lee demanded furiously as I
writhed in his grasp.
I locked
my eyes with Xiao to see she was trying to escape Jin�s hold too, her teeth
bared, her legs flicking out to kick me. Lee hoisted
me closer to him, preventing me from retaliating.
�It�s
all her fault!� I hissed first,
pushing against Lee so I could breakaway, but I couldn�t even budge, �She just�attacked me for no reason!
�Is that
true, Xiao?� Jin asked in his usual calm, quiet voice � unlike Lee�s.
Xiao
said nothing and stilled for a moment as if she was about to give up, then she
swiped at me again, aiming for my hair. I batted her hand away and attempted my
own hair pull, but Lee snatched my arm and pinned it behind my back.
Of
course, Xiao didn�t say anything about us fighting as Lee and Jin questioned
us, so I did the same. Eventually, an hour later, I was sent home and told for
good measures to perhaps not visit the mansion for a little while, which I
agreed to.
I was
too pissed to return home so I went to Ryo�s house instead afterwards. As soon
as he opened the door, he immediately noticed my frizzy hair, the cut below my
left eye and my angry attitude.
�What�s
the matter?�
I shook
my head in reply, sadness finally sinking in and buried myself in his arms.
Sure
enough, about a week later, Xiao invited me round the mansion as if nothing had
happened, our apologises forgotten.
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