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A Tekken Story: Through the Years - Volume I	By : DarkRomancer Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If you steal, be prepared to suffer. I am also making no profit from this story what so ever.

Chapter List
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Chapter Summary: A week later, Akira spends Christmas day with her
family, despite the rude awakening from her imouto.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If you steal, be prepared to suffer.
Chapter Warnings: It�s a short chapter and quite boring, to be honest,
so I suggest you skim read.
Notes: Well, I got this chapter done yesterday as well!
This chapter is based on my Christmas from this year (apart from the snow and
secret admirer gift), so I basically summarised it. I loved writing the
beginning of this chapter!
Extra Notes: Basically, I wrote the pervious and this chapter for
chapter for a reason, hence the paragraph at the end, but you�ll see! I�m also
looking forward to writing the next chapter; it gives a lot of background on
Akira and some of the stuff I mentioned in Chapter 3. Enjoy!

Chapter 9 - Memories will up soon!
A
Tekken Story: Through the Years

The best of all gifts around any
Christmas: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in eachother
Burton Halls

Chapter 7 � Merry
Christmas!

�Onee-chan!
Onee-chan! ONEE-CHAN! Hurry up, hurry up! Wake-up, wake-up, wake-up, wake-up, wake-up, the
sun is already up, up, up!� Is the first thing I hear on 25^th
December 2010 from Hana.
I groaned and roll over to my side, hoping it will knock my
annoying younger sister of my lap, which it does, but she still manages to
climb back up my duvet, straddle my now-turned hip, bouncing up and down as she
starts shout-singing at me again.
�Onee-chan, please! On-ee-ch-an! On-ee-ch-an! Wake-up,
wake-up, wake-up! It�s Christmas!�
�I know, imouto,
I know that,� I duck further under my covers, wrapping my hand securely under
my thick bedcovers to block out imouto�s annoying hollerings.
�Then-get-UP!� She
tugged my covers with strength I didn�t know she had, letting the barb-sharp,
ice-cold air prickle my skin.
�Argh!� I scream
like a bucket of ice had been chuckled on me. It didn�t feel far from it.
�Merry Christmas,
onee-chan!� Hana disregarded my annoyance to her rude awakening and compresses
me into a hug that squashed my insides.
�Imouto, you�re so
EVIL!�
Once I had shooed
Hana from my room, put on some decent clothes and grabbed my bag of presents, I
rushed into my parents room, like we do every year, to open stocking presents.
Even though it was Christmas, I didn�t really appreciate being woken up at six
in the morning, and I don�t think my parents did due their groggy greeting and
limp embraces.
Poor imouto, she got too excited,
as usual.�
Once me and Hana
had emptied our stockings and revealed our (mainly chocolate and beauty
products) presents (more like Hana ripped and slashed her way through the
presents, one after the other, not bothering to really acknowledge the present
for what it was), we made our way downstairs for our main presents. Hana went
first (while Dad made me a hot chocolate with cream) and me and Mom watched.
Because Hana was much younger than me, she was much easier to buy presents for,
and she got things that she actually
wanted (that wasn�t hard either, seeing as back in October, she circled
everything she wanted in one of Mom�s catalogues, so I guessed that Mom must
have passed it around our relatives as well to save them the trouble). So, her
main presents consisted of cuddly toys, educational games and, of course,
clothes.
I went next, and
because of my age, I was generally more difficult to buy for, so lucky I had
made a list for Mom, and I managed to get the main things I wanted from that list: books, CDs and DVDs.
My parents were
next (they mostly got joint presents from our relatives, but not from me and
Hana), and they essentially received household items (for Mom�s benefit) and
gift vouchers. Me and Hana got them a dark-wooden photo frame which we
decorated ourselves (largely with glitter and few bits and bobs we found around
the house) and had placed the photo that was taken the day after we had moved
to Shinjuku.
After presents
and cards have been opened from our far-away relatives, Mom vanished into the
kitchen to start slaving away for Christmas dinner, so me and Hana were left to
occupy ourselves with our new presents (basically, I read a few chapters of my
new books while Hana played an imaginary game with her new �voiced� toys) and
Dad watched a few Christmas specials on TV.
Mom served up
Christmas dinner around lunch time and we all sat at the long, wooden table Dad
retrieved out of the attic for special occasions, our plates piled to the
maximum, our family outshined with happiness.
Once our stomachs
have expanded to their limit, all crackers had been pulled (courtesy of Hana
and her over eagerness) and the house slightly tided up from the �hurricane�
earlier, we all sat down on one sofa, nestled together in a massive huddle,
covered in soft dressing gowns and warm slipper boots to watch the TV.
When late evening
arrived, we decided to play a few family quizzes on the Wii for a few hours,
and then watch Dad�s BluRay version of Rise
of the Planet of the Apes. Halfway through the film, Mom got up to go to
the kitchen to refill the bowls of snacks. But as soon as she walked in, she
ran back to the living room, an excited smile plastered on her face.
�What is it?� Dad
asked worriedly, sitting up straight.
�It�s snowing
outside!� she pointed towards the window in the kitchen, sounding slightly out
of breath.
Hana, Mom and Dad
competed their way to the kitchen window while I hurried to the front door and
pulled it wide open.
Mom was right, it
was snowing. It must have been
snowing for while, as everything was already covered in a bulky white blanket
of snow. Kids were fleeing
from their homes, cheering and shouting�
while their parents tried to them into order and immediately told they
want to do and what not to do in their were planning to play in the snow. They
were dressed up warmly: hats, scarves, gloves, two jumpers, big shoes, the
usual. Many kids were already playing in the snow with their friends or
fathers�, the dads acting like big kids and making snow angels or starting a
snowball fight while the mum�s were standing in the doorways, shivering and
complaining about how cold it was. Others were scraping snow off their cars or
choosing to walk in it. The sky was as white as the sky, the clouds filling up
the blue sky. Snowflakes slowly fluttered down like raindrops, only more
graceful. The thick blankets of snow were disturbed by footprints and from the
kids that were collecting snow to build snowmen, revealing small clutches of
grass that were limp from the weight of the snow. The cold air rushed inside
like fire in a fireplace with a chilly edge, which made me shiver.
Then I looked down
at the doorstep for a fleeting second, and saw a medium white box tied shut
with a silver ribbon. I picked it up enquiringly and flipped over the tag.
To Akira,
Merry Christmas
From your secret admirer.

�Secret Admirer?�
I unfastened the ribbon and pulled off the lid.
Inside, placed on
a cushioned pad, was a bracelet. It was threaded with black and white
pearl-shaped beads with a pair of silver angel wings fitted on the clasp.
�Akira, are you
alright?� Dad was suddenly behind me, making me jump and tuck the box into the
pocket of my dressing gown.
�C�mon, onee-chan,
we�re going out in the snow!� Hana exclaimed, dressed head to toe in her winter
gear.
An uneasy, shaky
smile stretched across my mouth,� Alright, imouto, I�ll be out there in a
minute,�
Little did I know that the worst day of my
life was just around the corner, waiting to pounce on me like an antelope
thrown to slaughter for a lion.
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A Tekken Story: Through the Years - Volume I