Author's Note: Wow, it's been a long while. As you've noticed, this fic is
updated very slowly, if at all. To be honest, I'm pretty much fighting the
urge to take it down. This was my very first fic, and well...I don't think
it's very good. I learned a lot about writing while I was writing it, but
there's a lot of mistakes in here, and while I still like the storyline I
was writing, I'm not sure if I'll ever finish this. I will certainly
attempt to, but part of me wants to throw this out and rewrite the whole
thing. More than likely I'll wind up doing a mix of the two. I will finish
this story...but I'm not sure if I'll finish it in this fanfic.
Chapter Rating: PG-13, for minor cursing and general Tekken storyline information.
Feedback: Yes, please! All reviews appreciated, especially constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Tekken universe, Namco does. Please don't sue me; I assure you I have nothing worth suing for.
"When you stare too long into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you."- Frederick Nietzsche
Kazuya Mishima stood over a tall, foreboding cliff. It had not changed since he had been here last, some 20 years ago. The jagged rocks were every bit as intimidating as they were when he first saw them nearly 45 years prior, and the large, colorful bed of flowers still lay in the valley below. While the outside world had changed much after his death, this small escape was relatively unchanged.
Turning slightly, he smirked at the hazy form of the active volcano only a few miles away. Oh, how he hated that volcano. He had died there, once, at the hands of the old man...His father. He could recall now that this is where he had stopped just before that fateful match with that bastard.
Ah yes, Heihachi. He still had not yet paid the old man back for his lovely volcanic bath all those years ago. Years of cruel torture at Heihachi's hands had left him without even a shred of compassion for the man, much less any guilt or sadness for killing his father.
Indeed, Heihachi's death was all that Kazuya had wanted in life for quite some time now. He had thought of almost nothing else since the incident near on this cliff over 40 years ago, and he had sacrificed much to get it- life, friends, family, love...His whole life was devoted to the moment when his father would finally die at his son's hands. Kazuya had even sold his soul for the strength to kill his father. His desire for patricide was so strong, not even the loss of his spirit had been able to deter him.
Over the years, he had come to realize that this had been a foolish trade. He was constantly at war with the demon inside of him. Though they both desired the same goal, the demon sought to take over Kazuya completely, and in effect reduce him as nothing more than a puppet whose strings the demon could pull at will.
By the time he had finally managed to send his father down this damned cliff, the demon had almost fully taken control of his body. It was only thanks to Jun that the devil had been sealed away in his soul.
Jun...he had not thought of her in a long while.
He didn't know what the emotion he felt for her was, truly, but he knew he did not want any harm to come to her. He had not gone back to her when he was resurrected...It was better she thought him dead, so she would not be harmed by his numerous enemies, or, worse, his family. But...his actions had been in vain, he supposed. He had received word of her death nearly 7 years ago, recognizing her name on a report about the victims of a supposed mysterious fighting god.
Kazuya paused his reverie to light a cigarette. He had never been much of a smoker, had as a matter of fact hated the addiction, hated to watch his brother light up, but lately, he had felt differently about this supposed "filthy habit."
He smirked. It was not long ago he was throwing his brother across the room for this very same act. Brother...Lee. Whatever had happened to Lee? He could not imagine him staying with the old man-Heihachi did NOT tolerate failure or betrayal; and Lee had most certainly done both to Heihachi. He could not imagine Lee being killed, but escape from Heihachi was doubtful- sooner or later, the old man caught up with you. Lee had not, he had noticed, entered the last King of the Iron Fist. Few had returned, nearly 20 years after the previous tournament.
He frowned as he remembered the reports of previous King of the Iron Fist. He had hoped to see some older fighters there whom he would still hold influence with when he eventually chose to return to the world, but he was dismayed to see that, of the top fighters, few were identifiable. The ever fiery, bold Paul Phoenix was easily visible of course. No one else would ever have hat ...thing he called his hair. The Williams' sisters had been there as well, somehow escaping the cold sleep he had ordered them put into so many years ago. And of course, that damn detective, Lei Wulong, was there, still the obnoxious do-gooder Kazuya remembered. But none of those people held much importance for Kazuya, none of them could be of any help to him, and most would only get in the way.
Of the new blood in the tournament, there had been little worth seeing. There had, however, been one youth who had impressed him, and piqued his curiosity-Jin Kazama. His own son, he noted with pride. But the boy had been a mystery to him-His son had resembled him greatly, there was no way to hide the fact that the child was a Mishima, despite his last name. But the child had competed, and had done well, advanced to the semi-finals, in fact. He obviously had his father's strength and his mother's speed. Kazuya had watched tapes of his son fighting, and noted that while his son used a few techniques he had recognized as Jun's unique style of self defense, his style was predominantly advanced Mishima Karate. That disturbed him. His son had evidently been training with his grandfather. Kazuya wondered if Jun had told his son how his father had met his "demise." He could not imagine Jun willingly sending Jin to Heihachi- Jun had been horrified as he had confessed to her why he wanted to kill Heihachi, why he had given up everything for this goal. Jun was a loving woman, she surely could not have sent her son to suffer his father's fate unless she had been downright delirious. Perhaps she had not told the boy the sad tale, and the boy had merely ran into the arms of the first relative he had recognized the name of when he found his mother dead. After all, the child had been a mere teenager, and was certainly not ready to face the trials of life alone yet. Heihachi would recognize Jin as his grandson, and, if the boy had truly been that naïve, Heihachi would not hesitate to use Jin to his own means, and destroy him afterwards. It was doubtful his father would let Jin live once he had fulfilled his use-He had learned his lesson by letting both Kazuya and Lee live years ago, a mistake his father would never repeat again.
What had Heihachi done with his child? The third tournament had ended mysteriously, and his son had disappeared. There had been no winner. Due to the emergence of the fighting god, Toshin, Heihachi had canceled the tournament. The boy had placed tops in the main competition and was in the semi-finals, along with the repugnant Paul Phoenix. But the tournament had been canceled, and everyone had gone home....except his son. He noted that since then, there had been no attacks. Whatever happened in the last hours of that tournament, the toshin was dead.
He knew his son was still alive, his informants had spotted the child twice in Australia. But the boy was no longer associating with his grandfather, and seemed to live life on the run. He had been living under an alias, and the child had never been seen without some sort of covering to disguise himself. His informants hadn't even recognized him at first, and they were the best money could buy. His son and his father had evidently had quite the falling out.
Which could be useful to Kazuya. If the boy was going to go against Heihachi, he could be a valuable ally to him. His child was strong, no doubt. But if Jin did not want any part of his father's plan, then the boy was a risk. He would have to be defeated. It would be far more productive if the child actually went along with his plan. However, he would have to speak to his son before the Mishima Zaibatsu got to him, and before the son heard the rumors of Kazuya's resurrection.
And most importantly of all, before the tournament. He knew his son would enter-The fourth tourament was a ruse to get Jin to enter just as much as it was to get Kazuya to-but by then the boy would feel Kazuya was his enemy, too. Kazuya was well known as a loner, and he knew all to well how he would be described, the press would depict him as the demonic killer who had come to reap vengeance upon all the fighters he encountered, and several of his more loudmouthed opponents wouldn't be too shy on spreading rumors of his ruthlessness, either. His son would feel that any offer from Kazuya was not one that would be kept on Kazuya's end of the bargain.
That meant his son wouldn't accept, and if his son did not accept he would have to be ...detained, at least until the tournament ended. That would be a large difficulty that he would rather avoid, if possible. Therefore, he had to meet his son. He knew his son had recently come back to Japan, which meant he was going for the tournament too. His informants had confirmed the boy was heading towards Yakushima, which meant that Jin was returning to his childhood home.
There was only one option. He would have to be waiting in Yakushima for his son. With that thought in mind, he walked away from the hazy form of the volcano, away from the cliff that had brought all this upon him, away from the the hated memories of his family, and headed out towards Yakushima, towards his future, and towards his fate.
Chapter Rating: PG-13, for minor cursing and general Tekken storyline information.
Feedback: Yes, please! All reviews appreciated, especially constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Tekken universe, Namco does. Please don't sue me; I assure you I have nothing worth suing for.
"When you stare too long into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you."- Frederick Nietzsche
Kazuya Mishima stood over a tall, foreboding cliff. It had not changed since he had been here last, some 20 years ago. The jagged rocks were every bit as intimidating as they were when he first saw them nearly 45 years prior, and the large, colorful bed of flowers still lay in the valley below. While the outside world had changed much after his death, this small escape was relatively unchanged.
Turning slightly, he smirked at the hazy form of the active volcano only a few miles away. Oh, how he hated that volcano. He had died there, once, at the hands of the old man...His father. He could recall now that this is where he had stopped just before that fateful match with that bastard.
Ah yes, Heihachi. He still had not yet paid the old man back for his lovely volcanic bath all those years ago. Years of cruel torture at Heihachi's hands had left him without even a shred of compassion for the man, much less any guilt or sadness for killing his father.
Indeed, Heihachi's death was all that Kazuya had wanted in life for quite some time now. He had thought of almost nothing else since the incident near on this cliff over 40 years ago, and he had sacrificed much to get it- life, friends, family, love...His whole life was devoted to the moment when his father would finally die at his son's hands. Kazuya had even sold his soul for the strength to kill his father. His desire for patricide was so strong, not even the loss of his spirit had been able to deter him.
Over the years, he had come to realize that this had been a foolish trade. He was constantly at war with the demon inside of him. Though they both desired the same goal, the demon sought to take over Kazuya completely, and in effect reduce him as nothing more than a puppet whose strings the demon could pull at will.
By the time he had finally managed to send his father down this damned cliff, the demon had almost fully taken control of his body. It was only thanks to Jun that the devil had been sealed away in his soul.
Jun...he had not thought of her in a long while.
He didn't know what the emotion he felt for her was, truly, but he knew he did not want any harm to come to her. He had not gone back to her when he was resurrected...It was better she thought him dead, so she would not be harmed by his numerous enemies, or, worse, his family. But...his actions had been in vain, he supposed. He had received word of her death nearly 7 years ago, recognizing her name on a report about the victims of a supposed mysterious fighting god.
Kazuya paused his reverie to light a cigarette. He had never been much of a smoker, had as a matter of fact hated the addiction, hated to watch his brother light up, but lately, he had felt differently about this supposed "filthy habit."
He smirked. It was not long ago he was throwing his brother across the room for this very same act. Brother...Lee. Whatever had happened to Lee? He could not imagine him staying with the old man-Heihachi did NOT tolerate failure or betrayal; and Lee had most certainly done both to Heihachi. He could not imagine Lee being killed, but escape from Heihachi was doubtful- sooner or later, the old man caught up with you. Lee had not, he had noticed, entered the last King of the Iron Fist. Few had returned, nearly 20 years after the previous tournament.
He frowned as he remembered the reports of previous King of the Iron Fist. He had hoped to see some older fighters there whom he would still hold influence with when he eventually chose to return to the world, but he was dismayed to see that, of the top fighters, few were identifiable. The ever fiery, bold Paul Phoenix was easily visible of course. No one else would ever have hat ...thing he called his hair. The Williams' sisters had been there as well, somehow escaping the cold sleep he had ordered them put into so many years ago. And of course, that damn detective, Lei Wulong, was there, still the obnoxious do-gooder Kazuya remembered. But none of those people held much importance for Kazuya, none of them could be of any help to him, and most would only get in the way.
Of the new blood in the tournament, there had been little worth seeing. There had, however, been one youth who had impressed him, and piqued his curiosity-Jin Kazama. His own son, he noted with pride. But the boy had been a mystery to him-His son had resembled him greatly, there was no way to hide the fact that the child was a Mishima, despite his last name. But the child had competed, and had done well, advanced to the semi-finals, in fact. He obviously had his father's strength and his mother's speed. Kazuya had watched tapes of his son fighting, and noted that while his son used a few techniques he had recognized as Jun's unique style of self defense, his style was predominantly advanced Mishima Karate. That disturbed him. His son had evidently been training with his grandfather. Kazuya wondered if Jun had told his son how his father had met his "demise." He could not imagine Jun willingly sending Jin to Heihachi- Jun had been horrified as he had confessed to her why he wanted to kill Heihachi, why he had given up everything for this goal. Jun was a loving woman, she surely could not have sent her son to suffer his father's fate unless she had been downright delirious. Perhaps she had not told the boy the sad tale, and the boy had merely ran into the arms of the first relative he had recognized the name of when he found his mother dead. After all, the child had been a mere teenager, and was certainly not ready to face the trials of life alone yet. Heihachi would recognize Jin as his grandson, and, if the boy had truly been that naïve, Heihachi would not hesitate to use Jin to his own means, and destroy him afterwards. It was doubtful his father would let Jin live once he had fulfilled his use-He had learned his lesson by letting both Kazuya and Lee live years ago, a mistake his father would never repeat again.
What had Heihachi done with his child? The third tournament had ended mysteriously, and his son had disappeared. There had been no winner. Due to the emergence of the fighting god, Toshin, Heihachi had canceled the tournament. The boy had placed tops in the main competition and was in the semi-finals, along with the repugnant Paul Phoenix. But the tournament had been canceled, and everyone had gone home....except his son. He noted that since then, there had been no attacks. Whatever happened in the last hours of that tournament, the toshin was dead.
He knew his son was still alive, his informants had spotted the child twice in Australia. But the boy was no longer associating with his grandfather, and seemed to live life on the run. He had been living under an alias, and the child had never been seen without some sort of covering to disguise himself. His informants hadn't even recognized him at first, and they were the best money could buy. His son and his father had evidently had quite the falling out.
Which could be useful to Kazuya. If the boy was going to go against Heihachi, he could be a valuable ally to him. His child was strong, no doubt. But if Jin did not want any part of his father's plan, then the boy was a risk. He would have to be defeated. It would be far more productive if the child actually went along with his plan. However, he would have to speak to his son before the Mishima Zaibatsu got to him, and before the son heard the rumors of Kazuya's resurrection.
And most importantly of all, before the tournament. He knew his son would enter-The fourth tourament was a ruse to get Jin to enter just as much as it was to get Kazuya to-but by then the boy would feel Kazuya was his enemy, too. Kazuya was well known as a loner, and he knew all to well how he would be described, the press would depict him as the demonic killer who had come to reap vengeance upon all the fighters he encountered, and several of his more loudmouthed opponents wouldn't be too shy on spreading rumors of his ruthlessness, either. His son would feel that any offer from Kazuya was not one that would be kept on Kazuya's end of the bargain.
That meant his son wouldn't accept, and if his son did not accept he would have to be ...detained, at least until the tournament ended. That would be a large difficulty that he would rather avoid, if possible. Therefore, he had to meet his son. He knew his son had recently come back to Japan, which meant he was going for the tournament too. His informants had confirmed the boy was heading towards Yakushima, which meant that Jin was returning to his childhood home.
There was only one option. He would have to be waiting in Yakushima for his son. With that thought in mind, he walked away from the hazy form of the volcano, away from the cliff that had brought all this upon him, away from the the hated memories of his family, and headed out towards Yakushima, towards his future, and towards his fate.