TEKKEN 8

Special Chapter!

Pre A/N: This chapter is not connected to the storyline.

"So Jin, how's it going with the team? Are they a rowdy bunch of teenagers, or are they well-behaved?" The Zaibatsu's secretary poured some piping hot coffee into a cup and handed it to her grumpy boss, a mischievous glint in her eye. The employer's lips curled in annoyance, a headache developing at the amount of bullshit he had to endure for the past week and a half. "The former."

A giggle escaped her lips after hearing his simple response, to which he gave her a side-eye, silencing her instantly, but a smile still remained. Melting into a cushioned chair in the room, a cup of coffee of her own in her hands, the Chinese woman sent him a look that he did not read until she sighed at his occasional inability to take a hint.

"Tell me all about it." She added cream, stirring the coffee into a lighter color. His eyes held a mirth that Xiaoyu was able to master detecting ever since their high school days. "What are you, a psychologist?" He deadpanned.

"Yes," she smiled proudly, "so which members are troubling you in particular?"

"The obvious: Asuka, Hwoarang, Lili, and Lee if he's around me." Jin did not hesitate to answer. The names he listed were far from a surprise to Xiaoyu, as some of them came to her with complaints of their own. "Let's start with Hwoarang. What has he done to upset you?" At her question, Kazama sipped his bitter coffee, just the way prefers it, narrowing his eyes at his rippling reflection.

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"Kazama, fight me!" A wild Hwoarang appeared before him, positioned in his Flamingo stance. The red head stayed in that pose, eyes locking with Jin's, who held a portfolio full of files in his hand. Using his finger to beckon his rival, he expected the raven-haired man to grumble as he prepared to clash with him. That did not happen. Hwoarang was struck down to the floor, his employer rolling the files into a cone to utilize as a weapon. "You're not getting paid to horseplay," The Devil gene-carrier spat at the face-planted Korean, "get back to work. And deal with these documents while you're at it." He dropped the files next to the motionless employee.

Sending him a final look over his shoulder, he left the biker boy sprawling in his own failure.

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"So you're annoyed by his constant demands for a fight?" Xiaoyu wanted to keep her composure, but couldn't have maintained a poker face for long. His glare seemed comedic as she burst out laughing. As expected, Jin was not a happy camper about this. The only thing that made her die down was the spillage of her coffee, which stained her clothes. While she gasped and scrubbed her skirt furiously with a cheap napkin, Jin looked on with a smirk, sipping his coffee in satisfaction.

"Continue," she pouted at him, "Asuka's next." He nodded and cleared his throat.

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"Have you finished your work yet?" An impatient Jin Kazama made a face at his lounging cousin, who recently stirred from her nap on her office chair upon Jin's disturbance. "Five more minutes." She slumped back into the chair, resting an opened book on her face. Eye twitching, the male grabbed her leg, which was propped up on her desk, and yanked her to the floor. The cold, hard floor. "What the hell, you bastard? I'm on break!" She rubbed her behind as she yelled at the inexpressive man. "You were on break two hours ago. Take this job seriously."