Author's Note: Hey, I'm back on and ready to write another Tekken story. At this point, everything here is obviously AU, what with the real Tekken universe being full of dictator Jins, false messiah Kazuyas, and agile fat men. It's been a while since I've touched my Tekken universe, so I'm just going to hope and pray that this fic does NOT suck. Everyone, enjoy the conclusion of my Tekken trilogy!
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My name is Jun Kazama: I used to be nicknamed "the Pretty Flower," but more recent developments have earned me the alias of "the Living Dead Girl." My body has been ravaged, my heart has been broken, and my mind has been shattered; and yet, I continue to walk to earth as if nothing has happened. During the course of my lifetime, I have danced with devils, clashed with monsters, and matched wits with madmen: this is a task that was bestowed upon me as the true successor of the Kazama-ryu Aiki-jujitsu style, and as the most-trusted companion of the same Devil that I sought, and continue to seek, to cleanse.
Despite our complex and confusing history, the Devil called Kazuya Mishima willfully sacrificed a fraction of his vaunted Devil Gene so that I could continue living and even ignored his powerful lust for revenge against his father in order to protect me from those that would do me harm. In return, I have aided him in his quest to bring down the treacherous G-Corporation while at the same time helping him reconcile with both his father Heihachi and our son Jin.
Two months ago, Kazuya's plot to take over the city and bring an end to G-Corporation using the power he would gain from such a prize was foiled when he revived my own father, Ryoku, and found himself betrayed by him. This forced Kazuya to side with Jin and his own allies that had been fighting with him for a nearly a full month and make peace with him in order to defeat Ryoku. However, my father's betrayal was preceded by a heated fistfight between Kazuya and Jin: if not for Jin's friends coming to his rescue, they might have killed each other.
Since then, my time have been spent in preparation for the next King of Iron Fist Tournament: a martial arts competition that has been a crucial part of my existence since I first heard my father's whispers inside my head, back during the second tournament where my naiveté was matched only by my arrogance in thinking that my quest to save Kazuya's soul would only take a single defeat. Heihachi continues to share the Zaibatsu with Jin, while Kazuya works to strengthen his mind and body in preparation for his next confrontation with his enemies. As for myself, I can only watch as the Mishima clan that I swore I would unify maintains their uneasy alliance.
Despite this time of peace, I cannot help but feel that the worst enemy is yet to come. Since my return to civilization during the previous tournament, I have witnessed the emergence of several new evils: the tortured vice president of G-Corporation Jean Sorel and my resurrected father only two of them. However, the nightmares I have been having in recent days, combined with the definite change in the winds, lead me to believe that a new threat is looming on the horizon that will surely make all the threats before it seem insignificant.
Until I can verify that these nightmares are of any importance, however, I will keep my fears to myself and remain vigilant of anything that should go wrong. If I am to achieve Kazuya's salvation, then I will have to learn to keep my own demons in check lest my soul be lost forever…
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After closing her laptop computer and putting it in a black bag that was sitting next to her, Jun let out a deep sigh and stared into the evening sky. Though it seemed like a long time ago, only three months had passed since the previous King of Iron Fist Tournament where she returned to the fighting scene as the mysterious "Unknown" while trying to recover her memories that had been taken from her by G-Corporation's experiments. She was now at a point where she now remembered everything that there was to remember: her childhood, time with the WWWC, and raising her son alone.
When I first realized that all of my memories had returned, I thought that I would be happy, the woman thought as she reached for her purse on the table and pulled out her wallet. However, I only felt a sense of contentment, rather than extreme happiness: it's probably because I also remembered the hard times as well as the good.
The street café that Jun was sitting at was one of her favorite places to go growing up in Tokyo: it was in one of the quieter parts of the city and the atmosphere was peaceful and serene as opposed to the normal hectic pace that Tokyo usually operated by. However, when she raised Jin in Yakushima, she left behind both the café and city in exchange for a much quieter life as a single parent. Now that she was back in Tokyo, she had made it a point to visit the old café once a week.
"It's almost 8 PM, Ms. Kazama," a young male waiter approached Jun and informed her of the time. "We're going to be closing soon: is there anything else you would like for me to get you before we shut down?"
Jun smiled and slid an assortment of bills and coins in the waiter's direction. "I think that I am done for now: I look forward to seeing you next week." Picking up her computer bag and her purse, Jun stood up and bowed her head slightly before walking way from the café and towards the nearest transit station…until she suddenly stopped and looked around once again.
Someone is watching me, Jun thought as she gently put her things down and scanned her surroundings. I can feel their ki: the person is definitely a martial artist of some kind. Where could he or she be? Closing her eyes, Jun focused her attention on discovering the interloper. As a person gifted with psychic abilities, something as trivial as feeling out a person's aura would normally be no problem, but Jun was having a bit of trouble pinpointing the source of the aura.
"Don't bother searching for me, inspector," a deep male voice called out to Jun, forcing her to open her eyes. "I am masking my aura so that I can approach you on my own terms." Turning around to face the owner of the deep face, Jun observed the man's features: he was a medium-built man of a considerably darker complexion than her own, wearing a white business suit and a dark green tie. What Jun found most fascinating about the man's appearance was that one of his eyes was missing: in its place was a golden orb that shone with the setting sun.
"I have not used that title in a very long time," Jun stated as the man walked closer to her, referring to how the stranger called her by her former title when she was with the WWWC. She wasn't sure if the man was a threat or not, but his masking of his aura meant that he was not an ordinary person. "Who are you?"
"You do not remember me?" the man raised an eyebrow before lowering it and allowing himself a soft chuckle. "No, I supposed you wouldn't: the last time I saw you, you were inside of a statis chamber waiting to be awakened." Outstretching his hand, the man introduced himself. "I am the President of G-Corporation, Ms. Kazama."
This man…is the leader of G-Corporation!?
Jun quickly backed away and entered her fighting stance. It's finally happened: they've come to take me away again. There's no time to call for help, so I'll have to end this quickly! Instead of attacking, however, Jun regained control of herself when she realized that the man was not making any moves aside from leaving his hand outstretched for her to shake. Why is he not attacking?
"Do not concern yourself, inspector: I have no intention of harming you, and I can assure you that I left Sorel, Fury, and their Jack toys at home," the man allowed himself a smirk as he watched Jun lower his fighting stance and straighten her sunglasses while she regained her composure. "I came here to ask you a question: have you been having nightmares recently?"
"…how would you know about my nightmares?" Jun asked with a raised voice: the man clearly knew something about her torment, and his knowledge bothered her a great deal. "Are you responsible for them!?"
"Of course not, but the nightmares of a Kazama are something to be taken into great consideration…and it confirms my own fears, as well." The man claiming to be Jun's greatest enemy reached into his jacket to pull something out. After a second of fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out his closed fist and held it in front of Jun. Opening his fist, the man revealed a pair of shimmering light blue crystal shards "These are for you, Ms. Kazama."
"They're beautiful," Jun whispered softly as she reached out to obtain the sparkling shards. Just before she touched them, however, she backed away. "Why are you giving this to me? We are enemies, and the last time we associated with each other was when I was a guinea pig to your experiments. There is no reason for you to shower me with gifts unless you were up to something."
"Heed my words, inspector," the man's eyes narrowed, and his golden eye seemed to shine brighter as a result. "There is a great evil that is about to awaken and engulf this world into eternal darkness. I am giving this to you not because you are a friend, or even an ally: I am giving this to you because you are a Kazama. It is your duty to set things right in this world, and these shards will greatly aid you on your quest to do so."
"What great evil are you talking about? The only evil that I am aware of is the one that you and your vice president created," Jun's voice became uncharacteristic harsh as she pointed out the man's sins. "My son told me about your plans to resurrect Toshin: if you were the saint you claimed to be, you would not have-"
"I am not claiming to be a saint, inspector," the man interrupted with equal harshness. "Besides, what about Kazuya's activities a couple of months ago? He was tampering with the darkest sorcery that had no place on this mortal plane. Do not think that am I diabolical enough to jeopardize the well-being of this planet, inspector: there is no profit to be made in total annihilation."
After a few seconds of uneasy silence, Jun took the two shards from the man's hand. As she did so, she was temporarily overwhelmed by a tantalizing sensation. What is this? It's like a warm light is softly purifying my body. Instinctively letting out a quiet moan of ecstasy, Jun tried to regain her focus. Is this a sensation caused by these shards?
"Take good care of those shards: they will be your only weapon against the evil that is about to make its mark upon this land," the man broke Jun out of her trance with those words before issuing a warning. "Also note that if you try to do this alone, you will most certainly perish. Share the second shard with someone you can trust…someone who is not saturated with the Devil Gene."
"So that means I cannot rely on Kazuya or my son," Jun said out loud as the man started to turn around and walk away. "Why can I not ask them for help?"
"Devils fighting devils only leads to chaos: of this, I am certain," the man spoke in a foreboding tone, as if the example he just mentioned had happened in the past. "I wish you luck, inspector: will be needing it, and all of your vaunted skill within the coming days."
At first, Jun considered going after the man, but she decided against it. Due to the man masking his aura, she had little idea just how powerful he was, but with a skill like that he would certainly not be a lightweight. Besides, Jun was more concerned about how an enemy of the Zaibatsu and her son would suddenly become so charitable to her and entrust her with a task to save the world from an unknown enemy.
I have every reason not to trust him, Jun thought as she picked up her bags once again and resumed her trip to the nearby transit station once she put the shards in her purse. However, there was sincerity in his words: something is about to happen, and I have a duty to make sure that whatever destruction that comes along with that 'something' is contained.
As she walked down the stairway in the street that would lead her to the underground transit station, Jun pondered the man's words about not letting devils fight devils. I wonder…perhaps this has something to do with Kazuya and Jin's battle two months ago?
Ignoring her fears for the time being, Jun headed over to the set of screens near the ticket booth and searched for the time that her train would come: she would have plenty of time to think about shards, great evils, and devils on her way back home…
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"Dammit," a female voice hissed as its owner watched Jun Kazama leave her eyesight. "I was too late: the shards have already fallen into someone else's hands." The owner of the voice was completely hidden in a trenchcoat and hat to the point where it was impossible to distinguish whether the person was man or woman save for her voice. The individual had been spying on Jun from afar and watched her take the crystal shards she had been searching for.
This means that the only thing that can stop my companions and me is now in the hands of someone who can actually use them to their full potential, the woman thought as she went back up the stairs to the main streets and looked into the newly-born night sky. Well, I probably should have expected this: big plans like these are never easy.
As she counseled herself, a small blue flame suddenly erupted next to her, lighting up her hidden face to reveal hints of a lady. "Hush, my dear," the woman whispered as she batted away the flame like she would a fly. "Soon, you will have your chance to strike. For now…we hunt."
With that reassurance, the flame shrunk down until it was no longer lighting the woman's face, and it followed her like a fly hovering around a piece of rotting meat. Jun Kazama, your name itself means purity, the woman smiled beneath the shadowy cloak of her coat, and then licked her lush lips in anticipation. However, I can smell the sin that reeks from deep within your soul: I cannot wait to lick that sin off of you!
