Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Breakfast At Paul's ❯ Breakfast At Paul's ( One-Shot )
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By: MiakaRogue 
Tekken 3 story, or at least with TK3 characters. Paul tries to make pancakes while Xiaoyu gets beat up by Jin O.o Very short.
Anime/Manga: Tekken Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.22.2001 | Updated On: 07.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 535 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Tekken 3 story, or at least with TK3 characters. Paul tries to make pancakes while Xiaoyu gets beat up by Jin O.o Very short.
Anime/Manga: Tekken Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.22.2001 | Updated On: 07.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 535 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
7:30 am. Outside Jin's house
Xiaoyu pounded on the door. "Hel-looo, let me in! Let me in!"
A very groggy-looking Jin, dressed in a blue bathrobe, appeared at the door.
"Go away," he said. Then he slammed the door shut.
"Man of few words," said Xiaoyu with a pout.
Panda howled.
Then the door opened again. "I said, go away!"
"Make me."
Jin gritted his teeth. "Do you want to make this hard?"
Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows. "Do you want to come over for pancakes?"
"Oh, great. Who's cooking?"
"Well, Paul is..."
"Forget it, then." Jin closed the door.
"But Julia is helping him! Wait! Waaaaait!" Xiaoyu kicked the door.
It opened again.
A fist came out and socked the girl in the nose, not hard enough to break it
but hard enough to hurt. Then the door closed.
"You dod hafta be so rough!" she yelled, holding a tissue to her nose as she
walked off with Panda.
7:40 am. In Paul's apartment
"No, Paul!" screeched Julia. She looked mad enough to scare the Ogre; in
fact, she kind of looked like the Ogre. "You don't flip the pancakes with the
frying pan. You use a SPATULA!"
"Spatu-what?" said Hwoarang from the couch.
"It's something you use that doesn't get the pancakes stuck on the CEILING!"
Julia pointed upwards. The ceiling above the stove appeared to be made of
pancake bottoms.
"Does it look like this?" said Paul, holding it up.
"YES!" yelled Julia. "Use that!"
Someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" said Hwoarang.
"Id's Xiaoyu ad Padda," said the person. "Oped ub."
"Row, row," said Panda.
"Xiaoyu?" Hwoarang got up and opened the door. "Oh, gross, the one day I
decide to wear white!"
"Stubid Jid did this to be," Xiaoyu fumed as she held the red tissue tightly
to her nose. "He sed he didid wadda ead padcakes, ad he seebed really ubset."
"Maybe it was because it was 7:30 in the morning," said Julia. "Paul, stop
whacking flies with that spatula! We have to use it to flip the pancakes, you
know!"
"I thig I'b godda be sick," said Xiaoyu. She dashed off to the washroom.
"Ar," said Panda, sitting on the floor.
THWACK! A pancake stuck to the ceiling. It sizzled.
"PAUL!"
8:00 am. Paul's apartment, post-pancakes.
"I think now would be a good time to throw up, Xiaoyu," said Hwoarang
quietly.
"Well said."
Julia stifled a retch.
"What? At least I picked the fly legs out beforehand," said Paul, insulted.
"You didn't eat the pancakes," retorted Hwoarang. "What did you put in these,
anyways?"
"Well, Julia told me to put in whatever I thought would make the pancakes
taste good after she made the mix, so I thought of yogurt."
"The only yogurt in the fridge was expired!" yelled Hwoarang.
"Excuse me," whispered Julia. She ran off, and just in time.
"I can't taste much because of the blood," explained Xiaoyu, whose nose was
not bleeding profusely anymore, "but it's probably not that good for my
insides."
"Actually, all the gasoline was in the garage, so I couldn't use that."
Panda made a curious face, having eaten some of Xiaoyu's pancakes.
"You know what?" said Xiaoyu.
"What?"
"Jin's one lucky guy."
Xiaoyu pounded on the door. "Hel-looo, let me in! Let me in!"
A very groggy-looking Jin, dressed in a blue bathrobe, appeared at the door.
"Go away," he said. Then he slammed the door shut.
"Man of few words," said Xiaoyu with a pout.
Panda howled.
Then the door opened again. "I said, go away!"
"Make me."
Jin gritted his teeth. "Do you want to make this hard?"
Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows. "Do you want to come over for pancakes?"
"Oh, great. Who's cooking?"
"Well, Paul is..."
"Forget it, then." Jin closed the door.
"But Julia is helping him! Wait! Waaaaait!" Xiaoyu kicked the door.
It opened again.
A fist came out and socked the girl in the nose, not hard enough to break it
but hard enough to hurt. Then the door closed.
"You dod hafta be so rough!" she yelled, holding a tissue to her nose as she
walked off with Panda.
7:40 am. In Paul's apartment
"No, Paul!" screeched Julia. She looked mad enough to scare the Ogre; in
fact, she kind of looked like the Ogre. "You don't flip the pancakes with the
frying pan. You use a SPATULA!"
"Spatu-what?" said Hwoarang from the couch.
"It's something you use that doesn't get the pancakes stuck on the CEILING!"
Julia pointed upwards. The ceiling above the stove appeared to be made of
pancake bottoms.
"Does it look like this?" said Paul, holding it up.
"YES!" yelled Julia. "Use that!"
Someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" said Hwoarang.
"Id's Xiaoyu ad Padda," said the person. "Oped ub."
"Row, row," said Panda.
"Xiaoyu?" Hwoarang got up and opened the door. "Oh, gross, the one day I
decide to wear white!"
"Stubid Jid did this to be," Xiaoyu fumed as she held the red tissue tightly
to her nose. "He sed he didid wadda ead padcakes, ad he seebed really ubset."
"Maybe it was because it was 7:30 in the morning," said Julia. "Paul, stop
whacking flies with that spatula! We have to use it to flip the pancakes, you
know!"
"I thig I'b godda be sick," said Xiaoyu. She dashed off to the washroom.
"Ar," said Panda, sitting on the floor.
THWACK! A pancake stuck to the ceiling. It sizzled.
"PAUL!"
8:00 am. Paul's apartment, post-pancakes.
"I think now would be a good time to throw up, Xiaoyu," said Hwoarang
quietly.
"Well said."
Julia stifled a retch.
"What? At least I picked the fly legs out beforehand," said Paul, insulted.
"You didn't eat the pancakes," retorted Hwoarang. "What did you put in these,
anyways?"
"Well, Julia told me to put in whatever I thought would make the pancakes
taste good after she made the mix, so I thought of yogurt."
"The only yogurt in the fridge was expired!" yelled Hwoarang.
"Excuse me," whispered Julia. She ran off, and just in time.
"I can't taste much because of the blood," explained Xiaoyu, whose nose was
not bleeding profusely anymore, "but it's probably not that good for my
insides."
"Actually, all the gasoline was in the garage, so I couldn't use that."
Panda made a curious face, having eaten some of Xiaoyu's pancakes.
"You know what?" said Xiaoyu.
"What?"
"Jin's one lucky guy."