(Hi, I'm The Secret Judge (just Judge is fine) and I'm someone who is fairly new to the whole Fan Fiction scene but I have been ultra-excited for the impending release of Tekken 7 later this year and this site with its huge abundance of Tekken fanfic has helped a lot in the slow lead up. I have been inspired by excellent narratives like "The Return" by SomeStoriesDeserveToBeTold and "The Devil's Bodyguard" by Wellsy71 for their incredible ability to engross you into the story and I hope to replicate their genius in my workings. This is a little bit different from the usual tales that can be found here. It's an idea that I have thought about surprisingly around the time Tekken 4 came out; what if Jin had a brother? I won't give out too much here but I hope that what I can expel from my head onto the screen will become a worthy read. I will not be focusing entirely on the OC as I intend to follow the original canon in such a way that things will not go too out of place by developing relationships along the way and dancing with the possibility of a few LEMONS. Anyways this will be a long one but right now I have plenty of free time to focus on this for the remaining month, enjoy!

Tekken: The accursed life of Himitsu

Chapter 1 – Two Men

The skies around the Ishikari Mountains were blanketed in swirling thunderclouds leaving little to no light peeking through on this late afternoon. The clouds were almost magically converging over a rustic fortress only recently built but now looked like a war had gone on here; and actually, they were. At the heart of this battered construct which upon closer inspection looked more like a temple for an ancient fighting style was a raised courtyard which served as a Zen garden, at its heart stood two men standing at an arm's length apart, starring their opposite down. The air between them was pure electric as they stood under the darkness of the impending thunderstorm even though it seemed that an even more frightening lightning show was about the take place between these two. One of the men were wearing a hooded jacket with red flame outlines and its zipper low enough to expose the granite pecs of this chest. He wore red arm gauntlets which went from his fingers all the way over this shoulders, black biker pants and red boots. Under his hoodie were dark brown eyes lightly covered by the scattered bangs of his raven black hair, his name was Jin Kazama. Before him was an equally impressive man who stood only 2 inches higher than the previous dressed in a black martial arts garb that slightly resembled that of a shaolin warrior. His legs were covered in the loose and puffy fabric which was tightened and strapped from his ankle to just above his shin and wore crude metal foot guards over his shoes. Flowing white fabric cascaded around his waistline with a black and white lined piece of fabric diagonally wrapped over his left shoulder bearing many ancient symbols whilst exposing his equally impressive chest and abdomen. His arm guards were equal as crude and metallic as his foot guards but didn't extend beyond his elbows. His face held sparsely any similar features to Jin although only for special reasons. For one his hair was long and untamed, almost like a lions' mane but has surprisingly stiff and rigid at most areas with the longest strands out the back held together in a spiked out ponytail. It was mainly all black except for a white pigment streak on the left, above his forehead. But at its base was a thick pale scar that spanned from the top left of his head, down between the right eye and his nose, down and narrowly around the right side of his mouth all the way to under his chin. This man's name was simply Himitsu.

The tension was too high to even fathom between the two as flashes of lightning and the following clap of thunder drew closer and closer to another. Both men seemed to be done talking with each other as their fists clenched ever tighter and sparks fizzled through their body.

"It seems the opportunity for your peaceful submission has finally come and passed, brother." Stated Himitsu.

Jin turned his body sideways and assumed his fighting stance adding, "The time you could call me a brother has been passed long since, you are no brother to me and no son to my mother. You, are a monster."

The accusation stung at Himitsu but his facial expression did not show it, instead he got into fighting stance also, "How dare you speak about her like you know her, ever since you were born she feared the monster you'd grow into, or better yet take after. You are the monster, not me!"

Droplets of rain started to slowly drop onto the garden and the wind would just as slowly pick up and twirl in song around the two fighters.

"Your allegiance with Akuma will bear you nothing in the end," said Jin "Once my father and grandfather are done with he will come after whoever leaves this place, even you. No matter how distant, the same Mishima blood flows through you as well and you will never be safe from the Devil."

"You think I'm with that brute? What he does with your family is nothing but good news and further-more I know that his sights are only on Kazuya and Heihachi." Himitsu inhaled slowly readying his next words "That leaves the Devil in you, I'm going to rip the Devil Gene out of your body and grind it into the sand, even if I have to tear out of every corner of your body, even if I have to kill you."

Thunder and Lightning drew closer and closer together and electricity itself started to surge from the bodies of the two combatants; Jin's was a bright red whilst Himitsu's was a sparkling white. Their eyes still burning into each other's, looking into the face of the one they called brother at one time; training together under the graceful eye of their mother up until the fateful day she disappeared at the hands of a terrible beast. That same beast that was there in that courtyard at that very moment.

"You talk to me like I'm the only one with blood on their hands, yet you carry an evil that possesses even greater amounts of malice that even the Devil wouldn't touch. We both know what it did to us!"

"At least I can control the evil in me Jin, can you truly say the same?"

"All I know is that you still have the blood of a Mishima in you, the same blood that made you coax me into nearly throwing my life away to Azazel to no avail."

"I didn't make you start a goddamn war with the rest of the world!" yelled Himitsu "That so called prophecy was your own undoing, you should have died in that temple! But you're already dead aren't you? Well… brother, it's time I made sure of that."

"Make. Your. Move." Said Jin

They were no longer brothers at this point and terms like rivals, adversaries and enemies didn't even scratch the loathing they felt for one another at this moment. Each had a monster hidden inside them and it was the other one's destiny to destroy it once and for all. A thick bolt of lightning struck the very peak of the fortress filling the surrounding area with blinding light and at that moment two men threw fists at one another. Both with the same goal but with different results, nothing mattered other than the utter demolition of their foe and if they had the bare more than fists at eachother, so be it.