Trip the fight fantastic

Disclaimer: written purely for amusement. I do not own the characters.

Summary: The seventh fighting tournament begins with every competitor dressed to the nines.

-o~O~o-

Dusk encroached the skies of Tokyo, tinting the clouds with blue-purple hues and the horizon with a warm, pink-orange glow. A few city lights were springing to life as the last rays of the sun gave way to soft shadows.

In his hotel room, Hwoarang scoffed at his reflection in the mirror while his fingers fumbled to arrange the rust orange tie that went with the khaki suit he was currently wearing. The tweed coat, vest, trousers, and the clean white ironed shirt looked smart and neat on him but he couldn't imagine anything more uncomfortable to be in. This sucks, he grumbled under his breath. The skull brooch and the talon-shaped pin that he just affixed to his tie were the only things that he liked about this outfit. He snuck a glance at the open letter on the dresser and rolled his eyes after reading the "requirement" one more time.

-o-

You are cordially invited to the 7th King of the Iron Fist Tournament, the most prestigious fighting event in the world. Prepare yourself to battle with the world's best, in the toughest of environments.

Participating fighters must attend the opening gala that will commence at the ballroom of the Mishima Headquarters. Please grace us with your finest formal attire and enjoy a night of entertainment. Anyone not adhering to the dress code will not be allowed to enter the competition.

We would be honored by your engagement and look forward to meeting you, challengers.

-o-

The letter was short and the words were printed in elegant script, gold foil font on a white parchment. It came in a red marbled envelope with a silver, glittery sheen. There was an accompanying map in similar presentation. The Mishima Zaibatsu and Tekken Tournament insignias were embossed on the card. Even with that subtle threat of early disqualification, it felt like an invitation to a glamorous wedding rather than a summons to a bloody martial arts competition. It was strange as hell. It made Hwoarang suspect that there was another shady figure influencing the tournament proceedings other than the unholy trio of Heihachi, Kazuya, and Jin. That or any of those three nutheads were being frivolous. As far as he knew it was usually the victory banquette that encouraged formal wear, and he had never attended one of those in all his years of participation. His master Baek, who wasn't competing this time around, not after the madness of the previous one, just told him to suck it up and dress well.

As if he'd let a ridiculous thing ruin his chances of facing Kazama again. The guy or the devil or whatever needed help. Or a good beating.

With no bike goggles to hold it back, Hwoarang slicked his hair in place with gel and proceeded to drape a gray scarf around his neck, letting it hang loose over the lapels of his coat to complete the look. He adjusted his eyepatch, fixed his orange belt, and gave his appearance one last inspection before cramming the invitation in his inner coat pocket. To his eye, he looked like a pompous ass and the sooner he can revert back to his bike vest and chaps the better. Muttering a few curses, he exited his room to head towards parking where his motorcycle was waiting.

-o~O~o-

Ling Xiaoyu sprayed rose-scented perfume on her wrists and neck as Miharu, her best friend, helped coif her hair in a high, wavy ponytail with bangs framing her face. Xiaoyu wanted to maintain her pigtails but the latter insisted that it did not suit the occasion nor her pretty dress.

Her outfit was a sleeveless, silver full skirt dress that ended just above the knees and was complemented by a metallic-gold bolero. It glinted in the light and suited her petite form rather well. She initially went for a formal Cheongsam but decided that her battle getups already sported that traditional look, and so she pivoted to a different vibe.

"That hairstyle highlights your best features in a different way Xiao, very refreshing" commented Alisa Bosconovitch, who was lounging on the sofa. The girl, with the efficiency of an android, was already completely dressed in a lilac princess gown which billowed around her legs. A simple diadem studded with amethyst gems adorned her pink hair. Panda, being a non-human participant and thus exempted from dressing up, was lightly dozing by her feet.

"It does." Miharu affirmed, feeling satisfied as she patted the smiling Xiaoyu on the cheek. "So this party - will there be dancing and fireworks? Or are we looking at, you know, possible explosions? "

Xiaoyu breathed out a small sigh as she put on an ornate, triangular brass necklace. "I dunno Miharu, it all seems very sus. You saw the invite. Though by now, we should have gotten used to the unexpected. I mean Jin started a war last time..." She stepped over to the window and gazed at the darkening sky. It will be an interesting evening, she thought. "But at least we can expect great food and perhaps some champagne. I'll tell you all about it later, once we find out more."

"Don't worry, Miharu. We'll make sure to get Xiao to safety should hostiles crash the party. Right, Panda?" Alisa promised, tapping a hand to her chest. The bear grunted in assent.

Xiaoyu's heart swelled with affection for her friends. "You are all the best! We should at least try to enjoy ourselves tonight." Her face bright with a grin, she stepped into her gold, ribbon-accented, low heels then glanced at the clock. "...Annddd it's time to go, but first a photo?"

"Photos," Miharu corrected as she positioned her phone above her head for a group selfie. The girls crowded around her for the shot. "Hai, chizu!" They all burst giggling and took a few more pictures of each other as the sun finally sunk behind the horizon.

-o~O~o-

The lilting notes of a piece of classical music greeted Xiaoyu, Panda, and Alisa when they stepped into the vast and opulent marbled hall where the gala was taking place. A faint scent of something like a mix of sandalwood and bergamot was in the air, luxurious and energizing. Xiaoyu couldn't help the slight confusion that she felt upon drinking in the sight of enormous crystal chandeliers hanging under a soaring ceiling. Part of the ceiling had glass panes which gave a view of the night sky. The tournament had always opened with blaring music and bright, flashing lights as spectators cheered around an arena showered by glittering confetti. With this setting, she had no idea what the program will be or how fighters will be introduced. Other important-looking people were in attendance as well for she saw well-dressed individuals who did not look like fighters .

"Wow, this is grand. So are we supposed to go around and be social?" Xiaoyu asked her companions as she did a quick scan of the crowd.

She immediately spotted Lee Chaolan, who was wearing a rich, fur-lined midnight blue long coat, with silver flower embroidery woven on one side, over an all-white suit and trousers. Chic, Xiaoyu thought. The man always did radiate class. He was idly chatting with Anna Williams, the lady who constantly managed to emanate a sultry vibe, this time with an incredibly stylish Gothic gown covered in black and red feathers. The same tufts adorned her hair and wrists. Although it seemed a lot of birds were involved in its making, the dress didn't cover much and still revealed a lot of skin – an entire leg and most of her belly. She's fabulous and intimidating. Xiaoyu had a thought of wanting to inspect the fake plumage and the structure of the dress, but the overall look made her feel that she would cut herself and bleed if she comes near this woman again.

"Alisa, don't you think those two look like a peacock and a scarlet tanager?" Xiaoyu pointed, unable to hide the amusement in her voice.

Alisa considered, then nodded. "They do resemble avian creatures. Anna is a harpy. If you wore your bright tangerine dress, the one with the black feathers along the linings, you could have passed for a phoenix and joined them. "

"Alisa!" Xiaoyu giggled. "And you, what about you? What are you?"

"I'm a butterfly of course." Alisa activated the metal booster wings on her back. It emerged decorated with gauze, chiffon and iridescent filaments.

"Whoa! That's so cool, fairy princess!" Xiaoyu praised while Alisa strutted her glimmering wings on display.

"You gals seem to be having fun," Asuka Kazama strolled towards them. Her simple, indigo silk slip dress which reached down her calves toned down the brashness from her aura. She looked a little older with her short hair curled out and styled neatly. Swallow-shaped, diamond-like earrings hung from her ears. A thick, silver cuff encircled her left wrist.

"Hey Asuka! You look lovely!" Xiaoyu exclaimed in wonder, surprised that the high school "gang mediator" could look so elegant, down to her silver gladiator sandals.

"Thanks Xiaoyu – and you're adorably radiant!" Asuka beamed. The ambiance of the place did make it easy for compliments to roll off the tongue. "You know this is all very nice," the girl added, gesturing an arm to the surroundings "but it does make me wonder what's up. Have you seen any of the Mishimas yet, or that other Kazama?"

Xiaoyu thought of Jin and the state of the world. Of invasions and collateral damage. Of places in shambles. Of angry people. She shook her head. "Uh no, we just arrived. I'm worried too, but don't the hosts usually show up when they have to make a speech or an announcement?"

"Well I think you should be looking for me," drawled a refined voice in slightly-accented Japanese. Asuka swiveled around to face Lili de Rochefort who stood poised, a hand on her hip. She appeared dainty and posh in a pastel pink, off-shoulder mermaid-style gown made of lace and satin. An elaborate pearl choker graced her neck. Her long blonde tresses were, as usual, immaculately prim.

"You!" Asuka gritted her teeth.

"Look at that, you managed to be lady-like. I'm impressed." Lili grinned, all haughty.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Nothing, just that you are unfailingly interesting," Lili explained in singsong fashion.

Asuka bristled, closing her fists, too easily riled. "Wiping that grin off your face is interesting!"

"Hey girls, don't fight!" Xiaoyu attempted to mediate, waving her arms wildly.

Lili tilted her head towards her, eyes gleaming. "Funny you should say that, knowing what we are dressed up for."

"You look as perfect as a rosefinch, Lili! You wouldn't want to ruin that beautiful gown, no?" Xiaoyu tried to reason. She had an inkling of the rivalry going on between the two but had no clue about what actually sparked it.

"Who says it's my dress that's going to get ruined?"

"I can arrange that easily!" Asuka started getting into a fighting stance.

"Whoa calm down! At least we shouldn't fight before dinner!" Alisa butted in, pointing to the plush buffet. Panda was already hanging around the tables filled with food.

"Nice one Alisa! Come you two, maybe dessert will help!" Xiaoyu was relieved that refreshments were served early and made a grab for both Asuka and Lili's arms to herd them towards the dining area. Alisa followed and smiled when she noticed that the two girls did not attempt resistance.

"Ugh, teenagers," they all heard a gruff, passing voice. The four of them stopped walking and glared daggers at the figure who was already moving away from them towards the center of the hall.

"Who the heck was that?!" asked Asuka.

"Bryan Fury. He looks like he just rose from a coffin." Lili answered, wrinkling her nose at the man who was dressed in a black tuxedo and a messily arranged bow tie.

"Best to give him a wide berth, he's known to get unnecessarily savage during fights," Xiaoyu said.

Lili raised her eyebrows. "Asuka-girl here is pretty ferocious, I bet she can take him on," she asserted, automatically promoting her rival's skills.

"Yeah! I have never fought a zombie before and he doesn't really look that scary!" Asuka agreed, excitement fizzing in her blood at the thought of a challenge and the chance to quell a destructive force.

"Uhm, his bloodthirst is on another level. I heard he even combats with aircrafts. Right Alisa? Personally, I hope he gets eliminated soon or pray that Yoshimitsu gets him. Not that I'm afraid – I just think it will be a hassle to fight him!" Xiaoyu explained rapidly.

"Hmm, curiouser and curiouser indeed. But enough of that, who are those?" Lili's eye caught an interesting colour and she pointed at a blonde girl clad in a gaudy, yellow-green frilly gown and at a handsome guy clothed in what appeared to be a royal uniform. The girl stood munching on appetizers and was swaying to some beat they couldn't hear. The youth was speaking to Lars Alexandersson, who was wearing a gray pinstriped suit.

Alisa, having access to an online database, provided the information. "That is Lucky Chloe, a J-pop idol associated with G Corp. The young man is crown Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum of Lucis. Unfortunately, his kingdom doesn't appear to be located in this universe."

"Huh, are they inviting celebrities and royalty to the tournament now?" Asuka asked, boredom evident in her voice.

Xiaoyu chuckled. "No shortage of weird personas here, get used to it. Now, for nourishment..." The ladies, except Alisa who fed on fuel and electricity, piled their plates with food – sushi, steak, pasta, mitarashi dango, bits from cuisines of all sorts. Xiaoyu pushed various pastries and confections to Asuka and Lili, hoping that the sugar will sweeten their moods. She had gotten somehow friendly with the two girls over the course of the past two tournaments, with them both being in high school and having links with Jin. She was just glad to have some girls around her age to connect with in this event even though they were bound to compete later on. She made a mental note to look for Julia Chang later and ask her about her latest research.

They took seats and talked as they ate, exchanging opinions and rumours that they gathered, watching people including the unknown ones who milled about in full suits.

When Nina Williams made her entrance – her tattered but nonetheless expensive-looking wedding attire drawing attention – the girls were intrigued. Her hair was neatly done and entwined with lace and veil. She looked gorgeous though a little deranged, Xiaoyu noted. Lili delighted at the gothic, deadly bride vibe and freely speculated about a juicy, tragic tale that goes with the getup. Asuka wasn't really interested in Nina's story, knowing that she was Jin's bodyguard, but she straightened up when they all felt a palpable tension rise in the room as a seething Anna attempted to cause a scene. The tension was diffused shortly when Steve Fox, looking dandy in a tailcoat suit, steered a scowling Nina away for a private talk. Lee Chaolan distracted Anna by asking for a dance and they were the first pair to waltz across the floor, the music changing to a dance piece.

"Those Irish sisters are bonkers. I am dying to slap some sense in them," Asuka declared, her violent streak further stoked by meaningless feuds.

"Lots of dysfunctional family around. Be like me – I love my dad. And if I have a sister, I will cherish her," Lili crossed her arms and leaned back on her chair casually while Xiaoyu shook her head, a skeptical expression on her face.

After that bit of icebreaker was over, Lili leaned on her elbow and rested her chin on a palm. "I heard that there's a prime minister participating in the tournament as well – out to defend her nation and salvage it from the results of Jin Kazama's theatrics last time. The Zaibatsu refuses to withdraw their forces from her country. Truly the guy is collecting enemies. Or was it his grandfather? Anyway, why are you friends with him again?" she asked Xiaoyu with genuine curiosity.

Xiaoyu winced inside, feeling a little hurt. "Well Jin is not wholly himself you know? He's tainted by the devil and must be freed from it. I thought that was obvious to anyone," she sighed and put down her chopsticks. "He was kind to me, okay? And I really believe that if his curse is lifted...when he finds a cure, he'll be back to his old, sweet self and stop upsetting everyone." She gave Lili a hopeful smile.

"I think he's acting just like how anyone with power and privilege usually does – imposing his way and his will on the world and not thinking about the consequences." Asuka pitched in her opinion. " I don't think it's just the devil that's making those decisions. I mean he's still self-aware right? He is so disappointing as a Kazama. I'll make sure to give him a wallop when I see him! Not that he's my reason for entering!" she continued as she attacked a profiterole viciously with a fork and gave Lili a sidelong glance.

"He does sound awfully misguided. I'll join you when it's time to punish him," Lili said, inspecting her intricately polished nails.

Xiaoyu scrunched up her brows, getting a little irritated. "Well I think he's gravely misunderstood and I don't believe there's a need for more violence! I'm joining this god-awful tournament because someone who is an exorcist is participating and he might be the key to expunging the evil from Jin's system. I want to work with him!"

"Oh you mean that Italian guy," Lili gestured to someone in the distance who was garbed in an a lapis blue long coat with gold linings and decorated with patterns that appeared occult. The man was holding a glass, sipping blood-red wine. "Claudio Serafino. I'm familiar with their Order, but he seems shady. Why collude with him?" She paused and scanned the crowd.

"You see Zafina and Master Raven over there? I think they are your best bet for help in sorting out your boyfriend." She pointed to the mystical Zafina, who stood exquisite in a dark blue and black caped dress made of sheer material. It was dotted with golden stars and constellation patterns, making her look like the evening sky incarnate. Master Raven was covered in a striking, deep purple sheath gown and gave off an aura of extreme competence. Both ladies felt their stares for they looked their way and waved.

Xiaoyu failed to wave back however for she was startled by Lili's words. "He's not my boyfriend! We're not like that!" she said, a little defensively, surprised that she denied what was her initial hope. They never even went out, how can people be so assuming.

"Good! I will be disappointed, Xiaoyu, if you end up marrying him. Imagine what another baby Mishima can do to the world!" Asuka conveyed her misgivings about her cousin's family.

"Right. If you invite me to your wedding, I will decline," Lili agreed rather snobbishly.

Xiaoyu was taken aback by this ridiculous turn of the conversation. I guess they think I want to elope with Jin. She knew that her actions and own complicated feelings gave that impression, but what she really wanted at this point more than anything else was to get her old friend back. She looked to Alisa for support. "Alisa, I think they're being a little mean."

Somehow Lili managed to procur some tea set by ordering a server and was now demurely taking a sip. "Quite the contrary darling – we're dissuading you from a grim destiny," she said with a hint of sincerity.

"I was programmed to protect Jin, but I can protect you too, Xiao, if everything goes awry," Alisa said, her calculations always veering towards the realistic.

Xiaoyu's face fell at this unhelpful comment. "Gosh, everyone is so pessimistic!" Before she can launch on a tirade about what real friends do for each other, a newcomer approached their table.

"Hi! Can I sit here? It's my first time competing in this tournament, and you girls seem friendly," a kind, cheerful face greeted them. She was wearing a full-length, canary halter dress and wore a red ribbon in her hair, the ends of which stuck out prominently above her head like bunny ears. "My name is Josie."

"Sure, no problem! Nice to meet you Josie!" Xiaoyu motioned for her to take a seat. "Here, have some mochis and eclairs," she pushed a little plate of dessert towards her.

"So Josie, what's your reason for entering this tournament?" Asuka asked, wanting to assess this newbie.

"Oh, aside from the prize money which I need, I wanted to prove myself and gain entry into the Tekken Force," the girl shared, her tone and manner all innocent.

Lili snorted and crossed her arms. "Not to sound like an obnoxious stranger giving an advise, but I'm telling you for your own good – it's not too late to change your career goals."

Josie's brows furrowed in puzzlement. "Huh, why? Will it give me a bad rep to join their ranks? I thought it was rather prestigious. And look at all those guys in black suits around this hall. They are more than competent security, are they not? "

"Getting entangled with the Mishimas is bad business in general and they own the Tekken Force. But who are we to tell you this. You should find out for yourself! And besides, " Asuka paused, pointing a thumb at herself, a challenging grin on her face. "You'll have to get past us first. I will be looking forward to facing you and seeing what you've got!"

"If you beat me, maybe I'll hire you. Sebastian is getting pretty old," Lili said, though more to herself.

"Oh be careful! This one's a spoiled rich brat; you'll suffer headaches trying to babysit," Asuka warned.

Lili sneered and stuck her tongue out at the girl, forgetting her ladylike manners.

Josie nodded, a mixture of amusement and concern painted on her face. "I'll try my best! I did not expect to be met with admonition though," she chuckled. Then she noticed Panda and clasped her hands together. "What a cute bear! Is that a pet?"

"Oh, she's a friend. Believe it or not, she's competing too! A trained fighting bear. Say hi, Panda!" Xiaoyu introduced.

Panda waved and greeted the new girl with a friendly grunt.

"How charming!" said Josie in amazement.

The girls hung around companionably until Xiaoyu eventually excused herself when she sighted a familiar person who appeared to be trying to blend with the wall, boredom and discomfort etched in his slouch.

"If you don't mind gals, I just need to say hi to someone," Xiaoyu stood up and sauntered away, heels clicking on the marble floor.

-o~O~o-

Hwoarang leaned with his shoulders against the wall, sipping a glass of champagne. From his chosen vantage point, he can keep out of the way of fashionable people and observe them at the same time. He can keep within his sight a significant portion of the elaborately decorated hall - with its sparkling chandeliers, rich silk banners, and lush decorative plants - while glowering at the ostentatiousness of it all.

He had a feeling that he should at least strike up some conversation, gather intel. Steve, who was usually his buddy, disappeared with Nina so he hasn't caught up with him yet. Paul Phoenix, Marshall Law, and that huge guy Bob seemed like good targets for they were already in animated talks. The burly American was in a maroon tuxedo suit, Bob in black and white coat and tie, while Marshall Law looked traditional in a white-blue Changshan. He further contemplated approaching them, that is until a shiny blur appeared at the corner of his vision.

"Is that you, Hwoarang?"

He turned to the familiar voice but had to squint upon seeing the dazzling dress and the missing pigtails.

"Xiaoyu?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Omo! Look at you," Xiaoyu's eyes swept him from head to toe, fascinated. "Who would have thought you could appear so..." she put a thumb under her chin and tilted her head as she searched for a description, "...genteel."

Hwoarang smirked. "Just tell me that I look good. That word sounds fake."

Xiaoyu ignored this momentarily. "What is it that they say in Korea when astonished? 'Daebak?'"

"Try 'Neo jal saenggyeosseo'" he said with outright smugness.

Xiaoyu shrugged and didn't echo him. "I almost did not recognize you! What happened to your hair? The colour is gone! But you're still unable to let go of the orange I see." She observed the streak of dye along the natural black. "And what's up with the eye-patch?! New style? Part of your getup?" she asked her string of questions cheerfully, waving a hand towards his head.

"Wouldn't you want to know that story?" Hwoarang murmured vaguely. Then he shifted to face her fully, a lopsided grin on his face. "It makes me look a lot more badass don't you think so, sunshine?"

"Of course, just like a thug," Xiaoyu affirmed and chuckled when Hwoarang frowned in return. She leaned towards him, her eyes bright with interest. "Are you trying to blend with the season or is that colour palette your favourite?" she continued, noticing the recurring orange in his theme.

"Well it goes with my hair," Hwoarang replied sarcastically as he ran his fingers through the strands.

"It's autumn and you resemble a gryphon," she said, the shades of brown and orange conjuring images in her head.

"I look like a what?!" Hwoarang snarled. Conversations like this always made him suspect that the girl was either on a sugar high or had just taken a shot of cocaine.

Xiaoyu thought either he didn't hear or didn't know mythology. Still, she persisted with her analogy. "A griffin, if that's more familiar. Anyway, you do look great," she finally admitted. "You can look quite dashing if you weren't slouching and scowling so much."

"What the hell! Just stick with the simple compliments, Xiaoyu. You're talking weird again. What substance are you on?" Hwoarang said, unable to decide if he should feel flattered or irritated. Still, he was amused to find that the Chinese girl's sunny disposition lifted his mood a little.

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes and smiled. "What are you up to these days? Seen Jin around?"

The two of them had somehow gotten friendly and a little civil to each other over the past four tournaments, owing to their common interest.

Hwoarang absently pulled at his scarf and scratched his head. He looked away for a moment but decided to tell. "Been to the Middle East. Found him. The guy's not quite himself as usual. Had a scuffle with the Devil – but then those UN bastards showed up and chucked a fucking hand grenade at him. Damaged my eye as i was try'na get him away..." He grunted as he settled back against the wall.

Xiaoyu stared at the eyepatch hugging his face. Then she gaped at him, aghast as she processed the information. "You injured your eye?! Oh my god, are okay?!"

"Hey what's wrong with a few battle scars? Besides, I lived, alright? I am still here and ready to kick all of your asses!" He brushed the concern aside.

Xiaoyu clenched her fists and yelled. "That was so stupid Hwoarang! You thought Jin in his Devil form was gonna get scratched by a mere hand grenade?! Did you think your human flesh can withstand that?!" she jabbed a finger at his arm.

Hwoarang was surprised at this outburst. It didn't help that her dress glinted and it looked like lights were flashing angrily at him.

"Ow! seriously? Are you scolding me for saving your Jin? You're nuts if you think I was just gonna stand there and let that thing explode. Heck, I even survived when that monster thrashed me and my bike. I also don't go down that easily!" He crossed his arms and fixed her an intense glare, one eye narrowing. "What would you have done if you were there?" he retorted.

Xiaoyu expelled a heavy sigh and lowered her head. "Yes you are pretty resilient in addition to persistent, I'll give you that." She met his stare and asked quietly. "Is the situation really that bad now? Are there many people after him?"

"He plunged the whole goddamned earth into war, naturally the entire world wants to get back at him. The history books won't be kind to him. You understand that, right? We talked about this."

She flinched internally, remembering the exchange they had the last time they met. They had fought - raging kicks versus whirling strikes – though neither of them actually tried very hard to hurt the other. She had been so adamant about getting to Jin, sincerely believing that she'll be the one to get through to him. Hwoarang did not back down, determined to have that sole privilege of knocking some sense in his rival. In the end, with the rush and chaos draining their energies and other larger skirmishes happening, Xiaoyu and Hwoarang arrived at an agreement – that although Jin must be stopped, no harm should come to him; that they should try to help him break free from the Devil's grasp without losing him in the process. Both of them wanted the real Jin back after all.

Xiaoyu nodded her acknowledgement. "What happened to him then? Is he alright?" she asked, feeling an ache in her heart.

"I dunno. I woke up in a hospital. But I heard Lars was there to rescue, so I think he's perfectly fine. Chin up, I'm positive he won't fail to show up here." Hwoarang crossed his arms as he studied the girl's downcast expression.

"Middle East...you went to that place by yourself? How did you even manage to track him? You should have called me or something."

Hwoarang grimaced. "What? And get yourself hurt as well? You'll just get in the way, sunshine. That place ain't for the likes of you."

Xiaoyu pouted in annoyance. She hated feeling powerless and helpless, but that does not mean she's not stubborn. "Fine, I'll work with my own solution then..." She paused and searched his face. "Your eye – does it still hurt?"

"Like I said, this goddamn mishap won't stop me from winning a match." Hwoarang emphasized with a wave of his hand.

Xiaoyu understood this tenacity. She then looked Hwoarang in the eye and held his gaze. "I don't know if that was brave or reckless but I'm happy that you care about Jin. Thanks for keeping your promise. We stand by him till the end, okay?"

There was a low, calming music playing in the background, blending with the murmur of people around. Hwoarang found it hard to ignore the implicit trust behind those soft, pleading eyes. He cleared his throat and answered. "Yeah, fine. But that does not mean I don't get to challenge him again after everything, when he's more like himself! I will still have that fight to win."

Xiaoyu beamed. That was good enough for her for now although she did not pretend to fully understand this type of bond between Hwoarang and Jin. It's just nice to have someone on her side in this matter.

"But what is this solution that you're talking about?" Hwoarang asked.

She turned and pointed at Claudio. "See that man over there by the tapestry. He is an exorcist – the best of his order, I heard. I will check what his purpose is for entering this tournament and enlist his help. If I have to fight him, then I just have to win right? "

Hwoarang directed his gaze at the man. He immediately decided that he did not like his posture and his outfit reminded him of malevolent sorcerers. "So there's a chance he can cleanse Jin of the devil gene he inherited? Are you sure you can trust that dude?"

Xiaoyu clasped her hands behind her back and looked at him with determination. "Better risk it than do nothing. Most likely his target is Jin, so I will have to monitor his movements. Make sure that he only does exorcising and not killing. But I hope there won't be any incendiaries involved..."

Hwoarang huffed. "Whatever you say. Tell me if he needs persuasion." He drained his champagne and handed the glass to a passing server.

"Now is not the time for that." The music in the hall changed to a jovial rhythm. Xiaoyu's attention was diverted – she spotted Julia Chang swaying and twirling gracefully with Miguel Rojo in a friendly foxtrot. She was clothed in a floor-length, emerald brocade dress embellished with leaf and flower patterns. Her chocolate-brown hair was loose and cascaded smoothly down her shoulders. She's beautiful, like the nature she loves so much, Xiaoyu thought. Her dance partner was in a coffee-coloured, velvet long coat over a beige dress shirt and gray pinstriped pants. He looked less unruly and rather suave with his refined movements and measured steps.

They were not the only ones on the dance floor. There was this interesting lady with sunglasses on and whose strip dress barely contained her bosom. Said bosom threatened to spill over the cloth and made Xiaoyu nervous, praying that there won't be any wardrobe malfunction. Sunglasses-lady was dancing with a dark-skinned man with white dreadlocks donning a Chinese-inspired formal jacket, but her attention was on a huge red, armored creature that Xiaoyu somehow did not notice before. With entities like Yoshimitsu and Gun Jack in existence, this appearance was unsurprising. Lots of weird sorts around here indeed.

There was a light air of merriment that wasn't there before. Or maybe it was because she found herself in good humour. Xiaoyu did not know how this pre-tournament occassion turned into a ball, but she wanted to join the dancing.

She hopped in front of Hwoarang, ponytail flapping in the air, and asked him. "Do you want to dance?"

"What?!" Hwoarang tried to step back but there was a wall behind him.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" She grabbed his hand and tried to yank him from his place.

He pulled back. "Wait a sec..."

Xiaoyu frowned. "Don't tell me you don't know how to dance?!"

"Hell no! But among these people..." he protested.

"What's wrong?" she inclined her head.

Hwoarang rubbed his face, wondering how in this shattered earth he got thrown into a social dancing situation; but seeing the Xiaoyu's hopeful expression made him amiable. "Fine, let's dance."

The smile on her face returned as she dragged him with her to the open space.

Hwoarang let Xiaoyu lead. Although he hadn't done much dancing of this sort in his life, having no time and no room in his lifestyle for such things, he knew a bit of waltz and the like and was pretty sure he can improvise. He noticed a few stares follow them and Xiaoyu even waved to Lei Wulong, who was in blue traditional Chinese formal clothes, when they passed him by on the way to the dance floor.

"Do you know the steps?" Xiaoyu asked as she checked out the live band that was playing.

"Just lead, I'll follow. This shouldn't be hard to figure out," he said, raising his shoulders. The corner of his mouth quirked as he added, "I'll try not to step on your toes."

She threw him an incredulous look. But thinking better, she grinned. She was pretty good at this – her own martial arts and learning at school honed her for simple dances. "Okay, let's test your skills then."

Xiaoyu waited for the beginning notes of the next music before guiding him into a dancing position. A step back, a slide to the left – her arms pulled him into motion. Hwoarang seemed surefooted enough as they swayed about in light, gliding steps so she pushed the worry of making a blunder out of her mind and just reveled in the flow of movement.

They fell into rhythm – as the music called for a spin, she made a gesture for a turn and his hand deftly held hers to twirl her around in perfect timing. Xiaoyu felt the warmth of exhilaration wash over her as her dress flared out and rippled in the light. Another step, another twirl, his hand caught her by the waist and they circled around, arms outstretched above their heads. Xiaoyu was pleasantly surprised by this Hwoarang that was quite restrained in his motions – exhibiting a careful grace and not the wild, blazing energy he unleashed during battle. Her eyes sparkled as they progressed to the next steps in easy synchrony.

Hwoarang, for his part, thought that he aced this exercise. He concentrated on reading the motions and didn't falter when directed by Xiaoyu's natural grace. The awkwardness he initially felt was replaced by self-assurance and he found enjoyment as they swung fluidly back-to-back then face-to-face again, ungloved palms touching. He sensed Xiaoyu's delight as she swirled and danced like a blossom on the breeze, moving spryly the way she storms her opponents.

The melody swelled. Round and round they went. After more twirls and slides, they ended with his hand on her back, hers clutching his shoulder, the other warm in his hold. This close, he caught a whiff of roses. They shared a brief, charged eye contact – he noticed her cheeks flushed pink; a small smile formed on her lips as she averted her gaze, eyes blinking. He was intrigued.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Xiaoyu said as they pulled away.

Hwoarang answered with a smirk that was a touch mischievous. His hand slowly reached out to give her two pats on the head. When she reacted with amused, questioning eyes he ruffled her hair and flicked the mass in ponytail.

"It's better that way. Makes you look less like a kid mucking about...well not that you are one." he said, smirk transitioning to a full smile.

Xiaoyu felt a warm flutter in her stomach but had to snipe back. "Hey! My signature twintails are high fashion! It will make a comeback and astound you all with its supremacy!"

This time he lightly flicked her forehead through her bangs. "Guess you wouldn't be Xiao without them, huh?" He chortled as she narrowed her eyes at him, rubbing her forehead. "Looks like your friends are here to cheer for you."

Xiaoyu turned to the direction he was looking at and saw Asuka and Lili standing among a circle of onlookers, watching her. Asuka made a motion of clapping when she caught her eye, while Lili had her smartphone out. She waved at them and noticed that more people filled the dance floor.

"Thanks for the dance! I'll catch you later!" she made a move to go but Hwoarang grasped her wrist to stop her.

"So, is this the part where you curtsy and I do this?" he slid his hold under her palm and lifted her hand to graze his lips over it.

This unsettled Xiaoyu and the sensation made her blush. Not knowing what else to do, she did a quick curtsy as he gently released her hand and stammered. "Uh, yeah... good luck with the tournament!"

"See you around," Hwoarang winked, satisfied, and went away.

Xiaoyu strode towards her companions while absently rubbing the back of her hand, lighthearted and unusually dazed. It was typical of Hwoarang to do something unnecessary. She decided to mull over her bewildered feelings later.

"What are you two doing just standing there? Join the dance floor!" she said when she reached them.

"You danced so well, Xiaoyu!" Asuka praised. "And was your partner that Korean biker? He looks different but he matched your pace excellently, I was surprised!"

Lili was looking meaningfully at Xiaoyu and had a grin on her face that she could not read. Her eyes always looked like she was hatching a plan or acutely judging you. "That was quite captivating, dear."

"I followed Lili here since I thought she was up to something fishy, but it turned out she just wanted to capture the moment," Asuka said.

"You recorded us?!" Xiaoyu asked in disbelief, glancing at the high-end smartphone.

"Oh, it's a habit. I like keeping nice things. See for yourself." Lili spread her hands. "You should thank me for recording a memory. The world may end tomorrow, who knows? We all know the people who are accelerating that process."

"Not before I win this tournament, it won't!" Asuka countered. "Besides, if the world will end soon, what's the use of recording stuff in your phone. It doesn't make any sense."

Lili was about to respond with something cutting when Xiaoyu interrupted with verve. "We just have to stop if from ending! I still have to graduate from college! Can't be a school girl forever! We'll find a way to expel those demons!" She peered at the phone screen over Lili's shoulder. "By the way Lili can you send me that video later? And can we girls take a photo together? My phone is with Panda."

The Monegasque girl raised her thin eyebrows but considered, tucking her hair behind an ear. "Hmm, well if you insist."

At that, Xiaoyu quickly snatched the phone from Lili's clutch and placed herself in the middle of the two girls, positioning the camera for a selfie. The startled Lili huffed but did move closer for the shot. Xiaoyu pulled in the dubious Asuka for the pose. "Say cheese!" They all smiled – Asuka and Lili emulating Xiaoyu's infectiously joyful one.

Xiaoyu inspected the result as Asuka looked over. "Pretty! Send me this one too!" she handed the phone back to its owner.

"No way! Lili looks too affable in that shot, I must be imagining things," Asuka commented, shaking her head.

"If it's true that a camera can capture the soul, then there's your proof that I always mean well," Lili quipped, her mouth settling in a sharp grin.

Just then they heard a murmuring in the crowd and felt excitement stir. They looked around for the source of interest. Heihachi Mishima marched into the hall from one of the great double doors at the back, suited in a rich, platinum white kimono with a haori; his lower half was wrapped in a dark hakama with deep gold tiger patterns. He was flanked by some soldiers who escorted him to the platform that served as a stage. There was uneasiness carved into his features, Xiaoyu was quick to notice. She would normally expect him to exude authority and power, especially in these times when the Zaibatsu has most of the world in its clutches. But today he looks quite subdued.

A gradual hush descended when another person stepped in. Actually it looked more like she floated into the hall, her light and smooth movement giving the impression of levitating in the air rather than using feet. The lady was in a black kimono dress with gold flowers motif, red linings and accents; her raven hair was done up in a bun in a traditional Japanese style. She had a regal bearing; her mystique and strength radiated in waves.

What is she – an empress, a priestess, an enchantress, a goddess..? Xiaoyu thought, thinking of a list of powerful women.

After the lady padded in a huge tiger, its steps soft and soundless. It was a majestic creature – the stripes in its coat stood out, its face solemn and fierce.

But there was something off. The woman and her animal companion had a soft quality to them as if there was an inner light shining from within, defining their edges. As if they were trying to take shape in a world that has already forgotten about them. Like they were incorporeal.

It suddenly felt a little cold in the room. Xiaoyu hugged herself.

The lady stood besides Heihachi and as if on cue, the man started speaking. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, fighters from all over the world – we have a special presence here with us tonight. I would like you all to meet my wife, Mishima Kazumi." A strange and curt introduction. There was a pause, then a susurrant of voices followed from the crowd.

Asuka stirred. "His wife? But she looks so young?!" Then it dawned on her as she took a second look at the woman. "Oh!" The agitated girl silently cursed, thinking that this phantom entity will no doubt complicate matters again in the tournament.

"Another one back from the dead. Or is she only here to haunt us for a little while? I heard Heihachi killed her with his bare hands. Horrid business... She is beautiful though - I like her style," Lili said, well-informed, as she absently fondled the choker around her neck.

"Holy shit! That's Kazama's grandma?" Xiaoyu turned to Hwoarang who had somehow snuck up behind her. "What the fuck's happening?!" She made a shushing gesture in answer to his loud display of confusion.

Kazumi stepped forward and addressed everyone. "I trust that you are all having a fine evening. Well, I won't dally. For years the Mishima Zaibatsu has hosted this competition, but as you are aware those who emerged as victors were always from among the ones who are continuously vying for control of the corporation - the Mishimas and the CEOs of its main rival companies. It is hardly a fair contest. So I'm here to lend my strength to the one who can defeat me in the battles to come, so that you will have a fair and equal chance of taking down those who have unchecked power. Fight well and I'll join you in leading those who threaten this world to a dance of death and saving this war-torn world." Her voice was warm and deep and the words rang true and earnest.

Then her lips curved into a smile so kind yet so sorrowful that it was heartbreaking to behold. Xiaoyu contemplated about how hatred ran in the family when the look in Kazumi's eyes hinted that goodness was deeply rooted in her soul; that remorse kept her tethered to this world. Devil gene aside, maybe it was the way the Mishimas resolved their issues – clinging to that the cycle of violence, refusing to exchange words of understanding and blind to other approaches. She wondered how many times Kazumi had set that tiger on anyone and how many people had bled through the crush of its jaws. She pondered what other dark secrets lurked in this family's history. She thought about how Jin was going to find redemption, how Kazuya and Heihachi can be stopped from killing each other. And she seriously wondered why the Mishimas had a one-track mind towards one another – to destroy - and why they had to drag the entire world into their conflict. Can't the devil be dealt with quietly, and what were all those exorcists doing all these years?

"But for now, enjoy the festivities," Kazumi finished her speech. Then in sharp contrast to the weight of her earlier words, uplifting classical music began playing again and fireworks started blooming across the sky, visible through the glass panes in the ceiling. A huge screen appeared above the stage and flashed tournament-related images and details. Kazumi and Heihachi abruptly exited and no one from the crowd even had a chance to ask a question.

"What the hell was that about?" Hwoarang asked aloud, not very interested in the fireworks. "Did she just say that Jin, his dad, and his gramps must be killed? "

"She basically admitted that her family is problematic and are better removed from this world. You have to ask why Xiaoyu wants to marry into that awful household." Lili said, repeating her earlier argument.

"Whatever, mannequin. Who says she's engaged? And no one's going to stop Jin but me!" Hwoarang snapped, but when he saw the look on Xiaoyu's face he amended "...but us."

Lili just grinned, her doll-like face alight with amusement.

"Kazumi's right though. If those powerful men do not see any sense, then someone has to beat the crap out of them once and for all. I'm willing to volunteer, but how does one defeat a phantom?" Asuka stressed, evidently pumped up but uncertain.

Xiaoyu sighed. "Asuka, it's not that simple. Just defeating them in battle won't solve anything. There must be other ways to banish the Devil. Fixing things is not only up to one person but I... we need to at least save Jin's soul..."

As she finished her point, Hwoarang tapped her on the shoulder "Xiaoyu..." He was looking up at something... someone.

Xiaoyu followed his gaze. There at the balcony overlooking the hall stood a cloaked figure - a very familiar one. His hood did not completely shadow his face, and so Jin Kazama was revealed to them. His brows were creased, his expression stoic and grave. He felt their stares for he turned his head towards Xiaoyu and Hwoarang. As he did, his face softened; he nodded and briefly raised a hand to them. Then he turned his back and went, a spectre vanishing in a heartbeat.

"He needs to stop doing that. How are we supposed to help him if he disappears all the time?" Xiaoyu said, frustrated but relieved that she at least saw a glimpse of her friend.

"Pfft, at least he kinda said hi this time. All he did was shoot lasers at me the last time. Poor bastard," Hwoarang grumbled, crossing his arms.

"So what are we going to do now?" Xiaoyu asked, rather rhetorically.

Outside, against a starless sky, the bursts of multicoloured lights went on.

"It's getting pretty tiresome thinking about the Mishimas." Lili said, then she turned to her friendly rival. "But Asuka dear, it's unbecoming for a lady to be so hotheaded. Personally, I think all that family needs are some quality group therapy or counseling sessions, or maybe a good dip in a healing spring. I'd sponsor it but then they stole my father's oil fields."

Asuka shrugged but looked contemplative.

"I don't know about you lot, but I think I'm just going to enjoy myself. Tomorrow we fight." Lili waved her hand and proceeded to approach Eddy Gordo, who was in a simple tux, hands in his pockets, to try persuade him to dance.

Asuka yawned and stretched. "I'm not much of a dancer so I'll leave you to it. I'm actually raring to punch something! Blasted Mishimas... I think I'll just return to our table and eat more desserts, or maybe go get Alisa and the rest, Xiaoyu," she smiled and let out a small sigh, then walked away.

"Well I'm outta here," Hwoarang declared, wanting to leave as this entire charade wasn't his thing, but when he saw Xiaoyu silently fidgeting he uttered a 'tsk'. He thought she'd perk up after seeing Jin but that man did have the effect of leaving people in a dismal mood, even though it wasn't completely his fault. He found himself asking her "...unless you want to dance one more time?"

Xiaoyu glanced at him in surprise. She grinned faintly and held out her arm, not one to deflect a gallant gesture and still keen to enjoy a bit of revelry even in this context. "I guess we should just keep our spirits up, right?"

"Yeah why not, I have nothing better to do anyway," Hwoarang said as he took her hand. The world may be a mess but he can be a friend.

Fate can wait tomorrow. And so they danced the night away, to the beginning of the end.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to let me know your thoughts.
i started playing Tekken again this year after not playing for a really long time and i wanted to try my hand on a fic involving my favourites even though #writingishard :p
(cross-posted on AO3)