Hey everyone. The Creator here with a sequel story to Tekken 7 since we probably won't get a canon one for a few years now. I really wanna do this but will only continue if enough people want me to! This story will also help me with my writing career if i can get enough people's attention! Without further ado - GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!
Tanks lay dormant on the road, bodies spread along the battlefield. Flames licked at the corpses dashed along the square. Large screens and storefront windows sparked and fell apart. The G-Corporation soldiers and Tekken Force fighters had made a stand against each other, ending in complete carnage.
Jin Kazama knew what he came here to do, the Devil within him pushing the man forward as he watched the man in front of him, his purple and black suit ripped in several places. Jin held his right arm, blood flowing freely from a cut caused by his father's laser beam. The Devil in front of him had just reverted to his normal form, the red eye glistening as menacingly as his smile.
"Hmph. You call that a fight!?" Kazuya Mishima closed his fist, blue electricity flowing against it, "Pitiful. To think someone as weak as you was born from me."
Jin tried to keep his balance, the wound clouding his judgement, "Every fighting move I've used against you…I learned from my mother…or on my own…"
Kazuya faltered, alerting Jin. The mention of Jun Kazama seemed to affect him somehow, which confused the boy. He also noticed his father's demonic eye fade a bit, though it quickly returned as Kazuya smirked wickedly, "That bitch, huh? It's a shame she died. Apparently, she was just as pitiful as you!"
Something inside Jin snapped, one of his own eyes glowing bright red, and demonic tattoos growing on his forehead, "Don't you dare…mention my mother!" Jin flew into the air, charging a beam of red energy toward Kazuya, "Die, you filth!"
Mishima smirked, violet consuming his body as he reverted to his devil form, a blue aura surrounding him, deflecting the beam into a nearby restaurant. Jin aimed a kick towards Kazuya, hitting him in the face. The old man fell back, head first into the ground, allowing Devil Jin to twist his demonic spine and kick his father four times in a row.
Devil Kazuya rolled out of the way, ducking and throwing a quick uppercut at his son, his arm laced with blue electricity. Devil Jin blocked it, moving backwards. The father stepped back, aiming another laser beam towards Jin, who quickly ducked, then sent an uppercut and overhead Kazuya's way, knocking him away.
"Enough of this!" Devil Kazuya clenched his fist, then threw it backwards, posing dynamically. Jin was caught off guard, unable to react as if time slowed temporarily. Kazuya send a mid-punch into Jin's stomach, threw two uppercuts – launching Kazama into the air – and ended the sadistic combo with a vengeful laser beam that ripped through Jin's biker jacket, blood spraying into the air.
Kazuya folded his arms, grinning menacingly, "Die…"
Jin reverted to base form, his body failing him. Crawling away from his father, Jin coughed up blood, his back hitting a broken statue of the city's mayor. Jin shook his head, unable to accept the situation at hand. He couldn't lose to his father. Not yet. It was his own fault for going ahead of Lars, Lee and Alisa. The plan was to group up and push the resistance out of the square, but the Devil inside him yearned to kill Kazuya single handedly.
How could he be so stupid?
Kazuya picked Jin up by his throat, the younger man trying to get air into his lungs, "You call yourself a fighter? I'm almost fifty and you can't even dream of defeating me. Just give it up. I'll make your death swift."
Jin felt his humanity come back, and with it, came the pain and shock of the battle. Kazuya had was better control of the Devil within him. He was much stronger. Yet Kazama continued to struggle with his. Day in and day out he would find himself succumbing to it. Flying off into the night, terrorizing city folk, shooting up random buildings. But Kazuya? He knew what he wanted. Mishima desired nothing more than destruction and carnage, though Kazama just couldn't understand why.
"You're a monster. Just for the sake of being one…Why? It makes no sense! Why are you doing this? You're no better than Heihachi!"
Kazuya's red eye diminished completely, his body frozen and his grip loosening, "No…no I am not!" The demonic eye returned, Mishima then throwing Jin against a wall, punching him through it. Kazama hit a car, flattening the tires with his weight. Jin coughed up blood more, his jacket completely obliterated, exposing his bare chest. He looked up, only to see Kazuya grab his head, throwing his leg up and whacking him twice until he was on the ground again.
"Heihachi…was more of a devil than either of us! You could never understand!" Kazuya screamed, kicking Jin before he could get up.
Jin shook his head, "You're no better than him! You treat me like trash! You treat everyone like garbage, and for what!? You got your revenge! What did I do to you, Kazuya!"
Mishima screamed, about to punch Jin, then turning to hit the area of the wall next to him. Kazama was speechless, expecting to be a blood splatter on the surface of the building. He slowly opened his eyes, finishing Kazuya's looking right into his. His father was crying, his eyes both normal hue and his body shaking, "Help me…"
Kazama didn't know what to do. He stood there, trying to comprehend what was happening. Did Kazuya just ask him for help? Help from what?
The Devil inside Mishima returned, screaming as he headbutted Jin through the wall of the courthouse. The building had been evacuated long before the battle started. Shotgun shells and sandbags lay across the staircases, blood splatters decorating the tile. Kazuya held his head, yelling as he stepped this way and that.
Jin watched his father, a part of him wanting to take the opportunity to dispose of his sperm donor, though the human side genuinely concerned for the man. Maybe it was the fact that his Devil form has been overused during this struggle, but he just didn't have much energy left.
"Do you think this is a game! This body is mine!" Kazuya flew into the air, his demon form returning, "I will kill all of you! Die, you filth!" He looked down toward Jin who held his bleeding arm once more, "You…You will not ruin this for me! First, I'll kill you, then the other Mishimas! Now perish!"
Devil Kazuya soared downward, a fist outspread towards the young man. Jin shook his head, one of his eyes glowing red at the last second, "Feel the wrath of god…"
Kazuya punched Jin dead in his face, the latter absorbing the blow as he positioned his hands in a dynamic stance and inhaled sharply. Kazama then threw a heavy punch into Kazuya's face. Grunting heavily, Jin threw electric-laced jabs into Kazuya's chest repeatedly, staggering him as he backed up.
"What!?" Kazuya yelled, his body stunned, "Why can't I move!? This feeble body! You've damaged it!"
The demon looked at Jin, time moving slowly as Kazama reeled back with one final blow, "It's over…Devil…FEEL THE FURY!" Jin punched Kazuya square in the jaw, feeling bone crumble against his fist. Devil Kazuya went flying out of the building, smacking into a skyscraper that immediately caved in and shattered on top of him, several electronics and gas-operated objects exploding during the spectacle. Jin held his head, falling over and almost passing out as smoke billowed into the courthouse.
The boy had so many questions, his brain still not comprehending the situation that presented himself. Why did his father struggle when he mentioned Jun and Heihachi? Why did Kazuya ask for help? And why was Kazuya…crying…?
"He's in here!" Jin spaced in and out for a long time as a familiar robot came into view, her black combat suit bearing the Tekken Force logo – a red lion outlined by a black diamond.
"Excellent! He isn't dead after all!" His adopted uncle's white hair and handsome face came into view, "This idiot sure is lucky."
"We don't have forever everyone!" The final voice came from his blood uncle, the soldier holding an SMG and his black cape flowing behind him, "The Eastern Phoenix Police Department are on their way! Alisa, Lee – let's get him into the van. I'll meet up with you after I search for survivors."
"Of course, Lars!" Alisa Bosconovitch quickly picked Jin up, carrying him with ease. She looked at him with an annoyed expression, "Who's useless now, huh?"
Lee Chaolan scolded her, "Now, now, he's not completely useless. He got the job done, didn't he?" The man straightened his blue tie, "As much as I hated Kazuya, I can't believe he's actually gone."
Bosconovitch shook her head, "According to my data banks, the probability of a Mishima dying from an explosion is approximately 5%."
Lee opened the back of the van for her, Alisa depositing Jin's immobile body, "You're starting to scare me, sweetheart. I can't say I like those odds."
Jin felt something in his chest, like a deadly premonition and tried look up out of the window as the van started to move. Kazama winched as he sat himself up, looking back at the crushed skyscraper. He noticed the ash pile that had formed, some kind of heatwave appearing at the top. Jin closed his eyes, then reopened them, both now a bright red.
At the top of the pile, a violet spirit stood there, looking back at him. Before he could react, the being vanished, a trail of black shooting into the air.
Jin shook his head, wanting to tell his rescuers, but his voice denying his attempt. Lee looked back at him, "Don't worry Jin, you're safe now. Kazuya is no longer a threat to us."
Jin lay down, his eyes forcing themselves closed as his voice made one last attempt to warm the two of the imminent struggles ahead, "That's what I'm afraid of…"
Tekken Rivals