Chapter 1:
Jyn
Kazaa and I just finished the book. I hope we can find our Father. Mother wishes it. It…. Was her last … Request. Kazaa and I cried so hard when….. When He took Mother from us. Damn him. Fucking asshole. He's gonna die. We're gonna kill him. We're gonna rip his head off and feed his random body parts to the fucking piranhas. The stupid old man. Grrrr…. But what really boggles me is WHY in the world did Kazuya not kill the fucker in the first place. I could understand Father, basically going on what Mom told us about him and his encounter with Heihachi at the fourth tournament, but I haven't the foggiest clue to why Kazuya would let him live.
If you haven't figured it out already, my name is Jyn. Well my full name would be something like Vincent Jyn Doo San Kazama…. If you put it technically. We… as in my twin brother, Kazaa, and I, have black hair. Exactly like our father, bangs and all, once again, according to what our Mother told us. Well, except for the strange part on the right side of our bangs. She also said that he have his 'deep brown mahogany eyes' as she called them. It hadn't been but a while, maybe two years since we dyed our bangs the bright red color of our Mother's hair in honor of her. Only a year before that she was taken from us in our desert home outside the small village of Ch'ongsan. That's right. We lived in the middle of the desert. !! How Heihachi and those Tekken-shu found us I haven't a clue to that either. --;
So I'll go over a few things for you to know. Of course If you're smart you would have known that our Mom's name is Kaziya Doo San and our Father's name was Jin Kazama, from reading the books we wrote on what Mom told us and how we think everything happened. Of course Denise never really showed up much and she never really played a big part in the story except for her er…. Undying love for our Uncle Hwoarang. But on the contrary, she played a huge part. We just don't know much about her. ;; Go figure. Well, she WAS a cop for all I know and she was after Mom but I think she quit that job and went to live with uncle Hwoarang.
Eh? As for Uncle Hwoarang, he disowned Mom in a way ;; She left Hwoarang and the whole family behind because she didn't think that she and our Father were going to be accepted. But I think there's another reason to why she left. But for now I'll just say that Uncle Hwoarang doesn't even know that we exist. Which in my opinion that's a good thing. ;;
Enough about the family. Kazaa and I are sitting here in P'yongyang, the capital of North Korea. Waiting. Waiting. It's boring. It's about well, er… 4:30 A.M. in the frigging morning and we're waiting for the 5:00 plane in the airport. We're headed out to Hiroshima, Japan then of course we don't have enough money to get on a plane to go to Tokyo, and so we're probably going to walk. I don't think it'll be hard for us, since we've had two years of waiting for some sign that we can 'accidentally' meet Kazama Jin. 'Cause… we're uh… Not really accustomed to walking up to his house and going, "Hi! We're you're twin sons! How do you know? 'Cause we look like you! Har har." Right. Whatever.
Of course we'd be fine off in Japan. The only way we know how to get money is by playing guitar or street fighting. Neither of us like to street fight. It's dishonorable. But Mom taught us five different languages, not that we're any good at it ('cause we're not ;;) But we're literate, so you can kinda understand us I suppose. But we're survivors. We learn quickly and we think on our feet. This is actually a good thing at Tae Kwon Do. Er…. At least Grandpa Baek's art of Tae Kwon Do. We've also been on the run since Heihachi's men killed Mom and now they're after us. So if you put it all together, we speak five languages, we know how to fight, we know how to sneak, and we play guitar for money.
That's us in a nutshell really. Unless you wanna get down to the nitty gritty, but I don't feel like it. It's too early. As soon as we get on that plane, I'm going to sleep. The Fifth Tournament can wait.
-Jyn