A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's late but a storm knocked out our internet for a bit. Anyways! I hope you enjoy the installment of Not Strong Enough.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of the characters except for Jae.

NOTE: An OC is an original character. Therefore, as a fanfiction writer with an OC, I add my character in where I want. In this case, Jae IS Hwoarang's sister. I know he doesn't have one but this is an OC DRIVEN FIC. It was in the story summary too. So if you don't want to read it, don't. Please don't read just to flame. I like creative criticism though!

On another note! Thanks to the encouraging reviews from ColaVixen Inc and Toxic City! :D

"Presenting King of the Iron Fist, Jin Kazama."

"Welcome to the King of the Iron Fist Tournament. All of you were expecting to participate in the sixth tournament. However, there is a change. I'm sure all of you remember the Tag Tournament from a few years ago. You are gathered here today to participate in the second Tag Tournament," Jin said coolly, ignoring the outburst of complaints and surprise.

"Nor do you get to choose your partner like you could last time. The list of partners is posted over there. See you at the tournament."

With that, Jin disappeared to the back rooms, leaving a shocked audience gaping at where he was standing.

"Kazama is insane. He would throw in a total twist and piss off a room full of badass fighters. Only he would have the guts to do that," Hwoarang said, turning his attention back to his sister, "Hopefully we'll be paired together."

"Doubtful," Jae replied thoughtfully, "Kazama isn't known to be so generous."

Hwoarang made a face and stood from his barstool. He grabbed the beer he was drinking and went to the group that had huddled around the posted list without another word to Jae.

She just watched him go and shook his head. Her brother could be such an immature child when he didn't get his way.

Jae ordered herself a lemonade from the bartender and waited for Hwoarang to return. She observed his expression with amusement; never had she seen such a combination of dejection, anger, and frustration.

Hwoarang threw himself into the barstool next to where Jae was standing in the most overdramatic fashion he could muster. He immediately ordered another beer, getting a look from his sister.

"Well?" she looked expectantly at him.

"I'm paired with Kazama himself! This is going to be the most miserable experience of my life! Why couldn't I be paired with you? Or someone who I don't want to kill simple from hearing their voice? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?"

Jae gave her brother an exasperated look, "Hwoarang, you'll survive. Who was my partner?"

"Oh, I forgot to look."

Hwoarang apologized hastily when Jae sent him a death glare.

"I'll be right back," Jae sighed, getting up and making her way to the posted list of teams.

She squinted at the tiny print and ran her finger down the page, looking for her name.

Jae & Dragunov, Sergei

"Hell no," Jae growled.

A gloved finger appeared in her vision and pointed to the printed disclaimer at the bottom.

The teams are final. No substitutes or trades are allowed.

"This is such-"

Jae stopped midsentence when she turned and saw Sergei Dragunov standing beside her silently, watching her intensely.

"Dragunov," Jae acknowledged coldly.

The silent Russian handed her a scrap of paper and strolled away with his hands clasped behind his back. Jae noticed that he was somewhat swaying as he walked, like he was moving to the beat of a cheerful song that was in his head.

Jae scowled and read the scrap of paper. On it was an address and a list. The list, she assumed, was a list of what she would need when she stayed at the given address with him. She reread the last few sentences of his elegant scrawl in disbelief.

Teams are required to bunk together. No exceptions. Arrive at 1900 hours.

Jae massaged her temple tenderly. It could not get much worse than this.

She was wrong.

Jae arrived at the address five minutes early with a large duffle bag slung over her shoulder. They were staying in a relatively small building provided by Kazama that would be housing all of the tournament fighters. Each team had to room together per Jin Kazama's rules. Jae decided immediately that this many fighters in such a small, confined space would not end well.

"Damn Kazama," she cursed softly as she searched the halls.

Finally she found a room with a sheet of paper taped to the door that said: Jae & Dragunov, Sergei. She sighed and took a calming breath before firmly knocking on the door.

The door swung open to reveal Dragunov standing at the threshold. He stepped aside and motioned for her to enter. As she walked in, Dragunov grabbed her hand firmly and pressed a key into her open palm. Jae mumbled a crisp thanks and looked around. It was a single room with a bathroom off to the left and what she guessed was a small closet.

She stared at the room in silence, and then finally said, "There's only one bed."

Dragunov shrugged, indifferent.

"You're sleeping on the floor," Jae said stubbornly.

"No."

Jae's jaw dropped, "You can talk?"

Dragunov gave her an "of course I can" look.

Jae blinked and shook her head vigorously. She shouldn't be so friendly with this man, even though he would be her partner. She threw her bag on the bed and popped her back once the extra weight was gone. Jae saw Dragunov moving towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Training facility."

Jae made a split-second decision, "I'm coming with you."

Dragunov didn't signal that he heard her as he strolled down the hall, but his stride slowed slightly for her to catch up.

Jae tried to explain her actions to herself as she followed him to the training area.

I don't have to like him but I have to work with him if I want to win.

A/N: Yes Dragunov talks! (check Tekkenpedia!) He just isn't verbal in matches (so the games). Go check out Tekkenpedia on him if you don't believe me ;) But seriously! According to that (which is what I'll be going by), Dragunov talks and is fond of music. For example, in one of his winning scenes in Tekken 6, he's seen walking away from the camera seemingly humming with his hands clasp behind his back. So yeah! Ta da! Thanks for reading! Also, sorry its kinda short but it was a good place to stop! Please review :)