Author's Note: "Wish me luck!"

"I don't wish you luck! I wish you SENSE!"

"...Good luck kiddo..."

Hello everyone, welcome to this newest idea I have!

Currently I have two other stories, another Tekken one called A World Reborn, and a Naruto one called Another Road. However, recently, especially after updating my other Tekken story, a sudden idea struck me. What would Kazuya be like if he had never been insane, or an arrogant jerk like Namco seems to like him as?

To better word it, how would the world of Tekken change if Kazuya had complete control of the Devil Gene FROM THE START and 'Devil' never got his fucked up chance to seemingly possess Kazuya, or for that matter, never even existed? Well, I decided to make my own take on that idea, one that could stretch far into the Tekken story.

However, this story is in it's baby stages, because I literally thought of it just recently, so this first chapter is only here to set the key elements in which, if there is enough demand or positive feedback on it, I will probably be inclined to continue.

Anyway, please read on and, if you like enough, PLEASE tell me if it's worth it to make this kind of change to Tekken.

Now please, enjoy. :)

Tekken

Red Mist

Chapter One

The Announcement

Looking out at the waves did little to calm his spirit.

One would wonder why, especially because of the beauty of these secluded islands. There were a total of three of them in this part of the ocean, and smaller pieces of land were scattered around. Each of the three had an acceptable amount of other people living on them to sustain the population, but this particular individual honestly didn't care. All that he owned was the small house he himself had built several years ago, and in his mind, living out here far from everything and everyone on the mainland that pissed him off was truly heaven.

Money that he earned in the endeavors he made was more than most people make in a year, so it wasn't as if he was living like a caveman. Of course, he still only had the bare essentials. Also, living out here and mostly spending his time out of the house and right in the center of nature kept him relaxed better than any other method he knew of. However, as he sat on the tree stump at the edge of the beach, he took another look at the newspaper he had...and once again, he moved his hair out of the way.

Living out here in what he could almost consider self-exile, he never liked the idea of having to always cut and manage his hair, so these past few years, he has allowed it to grow. But back to what was important here, his expression became that of irritation when his eyes landed on the front page.

There had been many martial arts tournaments that this particular man had participated in, which is where he got all his money from, and every single one of them he won, making him an undisputed champion...except for that one instance where he had fought a man called Paul Phoenix. Their fight had ended in a draw, but that was only because...well, it had been a public event. If it had been a battle to the death, this man would have had plenty of reason to use his unique hereditary trait.

He spared a glance to his hands.

It had been years since he realized he was unique, but the first transformation of his life on that fateful night came rushing back to the surface. If memory served, the first thing that had changed were his nails, which had become claws, and then...

He popped his neck in disinterest. That wasn't important right now. What was important however, was the story on the front page of the newspaper. As was stated, this man had participated in many tournaments, but he knew that now, they were nothing compared to this.

It was the announcement of the first King Of The Iron Fist Tournament.

The sponsor of this event was a man that made his blood boil. He knew him well, after all...the sponsor, Heihachi Mishima, CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu, was his father. {Hn, I wonder what that old bastard is plotting...} In some areas, he could already guess, but it didn't matter to him. He could have, and still can easily reach the Zaibatsu to kill Heihachi if he wanted to.

He could easily assume his...demonic form and fly all the way there, but figured the effort wouldn't be worth it if he had to put the lives of others on the line. The only person who he had the urge to mutilate to the point that the body would be unrecognizable was Heihachi, and the man was rarely on his own. A clash between the two of them would easily kill anyone around to watch.

He flipped through a few pages of the newspaper, but he wasn't interested in much else.

Taking a moment to contemplate what he wanted to do, he then stood up and looked out at the ocean again. "..." With the breeze being cool and at an acceptable speed, he felt, once again, glad from making the decision to live out here. Right now, he was wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts, both very form-fitting on him because of how heavily muscled he was, and what he liked about being out here was that he could wear clothes that he would feel weird if wearing in places with other people, no matter how common it was.

"Hn..." He rolled up the paper and wrapped the rubber band around it. He then tossed it to the side, next to the grill and other things he had brought out here from the house.

Then, he decided to take a stroll around the beach. As it were, he had plenty of reason to participate. If he didn't show up, news of him not going to this tournament would be all over the place, but then again, he didn't care what others thought on the matter. No, the only real reason he would care about going would be to put his father in his place...that is, if he didn't get the opportunity to outright kill him.

Even to this day, the scar that will forever remind him of the terrifying moment in his life where he was thrown into that ravine by his father, refused to disappear. His guess was that it, along with the other cuts he had on his body, were made before his bloodline ability had awoken. Nowadays, whenever he was cut or damaged in any way, his heightened regenerative capabilities always came through very quickly.

That wasn't the case for any scars and such that he had before then.

He continued walking along the beach, boredom weighing heavily upon him. {He probably wants to see how much I've improved...hn, or he just wants to try and rub it in my face if he beats me in a fight...yes, it's probably that...if he only knew how insignificant he is now in comparison to me.} If he were a few years younger, this man would probably be thinking that out of arrogance.

However, that was not the case now.

He had learned much from watching others, and as a person, he was much more calm and level-headed than he was before. Any time he entered a fight, he always took his opponent seriously, no matter how weak or ridiculous they looked. It had initially been difficult at first when his first transformation overtook him...after all, as a unique and more powerful human, to the point that he could be considered beyond human, it had been a little difficult to fight down this feeling of invincibility, which would normally make the average person very vain and arrogant in their power.

He didn't fall into that trap however. That said, the reason he knew that Heihachi would fall by his hand was because he knew the differences in their strength...and in their blood. He only vaguely remembered his mother, but if Heihachi had obviously not unlocked these strange devil-like abilities, then this man knew that the strength of his blood, came from his mother.

And honestly, using the abilities passed down to him by his mother to put that arrogant fuck in his place was very much something he would enjoy doing. It wasn't as if Heihachi loved his mother to the day she died. But regardless, this long-haired man breathed in and out several times, relaxing as the cool breeze coming off the ocean, caressed his body. {I guess I'll go to this tournament and gladly break his neck...when the cameras aren't around that is. Besides, I'm running low on money anyway.}

With his decision made, he now knew that all he would do today is relax, just like he did every weekend. The newspaper stated that the tournament would be held next month, during october, and 'coincidentally' enough, it would be so that the final round would be held on Halloween Night. This was the exact reason that Kazuya knew this tournament was meant to draw him in, because when he was a child, he had often loved the American holiday known as Halloween.

{Hn, how fitting...} He thought. If all went down as he thought, and he faced his father on Halloween Night...well, the monster inside would more than likely come out.

Unless of course, the strange white entity that has been invading his dreams lately would show up.

For a few months now, he has been having a dream where no matter where he was, he was always visited. It was strange because...in each dream that he had, he was always about to kill a random person at the end of it, but every single time, a strange entity that was shrouded in white light would always appear to stop him.

Bending down slightly, he picked up the body of a small species of squid that had had washed onto the shore. He examined it and quickly made the decision that it was ripe enough to be a part of his dinner tonight, and he continued to think about these strange events that have been occurring in his dreams. As he knew well, each and every single time, he would just wait and see if the thing would attack him or not.

For some reason, the entity would just 'stand' there, as if expecting him to approach, and every single time, he felt that that was what the entity wanted...and every single time it would say his name.

"Kazuya..."

The man himself never really remembered anyone having spoke to him in such a way, but he just knew that this entity was either a spirit, perhaps his mother, or a vision of someone he has yet to meet. Either way, it was a little irritating, because he knew that for SOME FUCKING REASON, this entity would eventually turn out to be someone who would try and stop him from killing Heihachi.

Pfft, as if he was going to be bothered by this. He wasn't like superstitious nutbags that always took even the smallest strange occurrence as a sign. Okay, so he was definately experiencing something he completely acknowledged because of how supernatural it seemed, but that didn't mean he was going to get all dramatic about it. If he's stopped by this presumably awesome being from killing his father, then damn, he respected whoever had enough strength to do so, and that would be the end of it.

He chuckled.

Either way, he was going to defeat that pompous, deranged lunatic. One billion dollars as the reward would very much be welcome. Heihachi could keep the Zaibatsu, even though Kazuya knew in his heart that the bastard had stolen it from his grandfather. He had considered taking it from him in honor of Jinpachi, but he also had no interest in running a business that had nothing to do with what he wanted in life.

In actuality, he had no life-long goals. With his one billion dollar reward coming up, he knew he would be set for life...or at least a decade if he had any intention of traveling the world.

Anyway, as he went back to the treeline, he saw a few thick coconuts just laying there under the palm tree that they most likely fell out of. With a smirk, he picked up three of them and began heading straight back for home.

OOO

Later That Night...

"Hagh..."

Kazuya was very full after an amazing feast, from the squid, to the unique species of bird found on the islands, and then the coconut juice and meat. It showed on his look of content. While he wasn't exactly smiling, his face clearly showed that he was pleased. Right now, he was sitting on the balcony of his two story house, and all but the lights to the kitchen were off.

He softly yawned, his left hand over his mouth. If there was anything he believed in, it was that right now, he was definately living the life. As was stated earlier, he had no real life goals. He was just content with seeing beautiful days and beautiful nights like this in every moment of his life...or at least that's what he told himself. And he felt he was right, because right now, turning his head to the left and seeing almost the entirety of the island, from the trees below, down to the establishment where everyone else lived, to the ocean, and then, to the full moon and star-filled sky...it was all just breathtaking.

However...a familiar and negative feeling began to make itself known once again. It was a very unwelcome feeling in his chest, as if his lungs were being gently squished. It wasn't actually happening, as it was more of a metaphor for this strange emotion he would feel at times like this, when he thought he had everything he could ever want. When he considered the more prominent fact that he was living out here on his own, with not so much contact with other people...well...

He began to stand up with a grunt, and once fully on his feet, he calmly took his shirt off.

Now, he knew what he wanted to do next, as he did every night, especially when he needed to cool off. Ever since...his first transformation, he figured out that he had the ability to sprout very large wings from his back. They weren't exactly pretty, but they were intimidating, which was just how he liked it. It was one of the many reasons that Kazuya decided he wanted to live as far away from other humans as he could.

Being on headline news as a mysterious 'vampire-like humanoid' would just bring unwanted attention to him.

But anyway, Kazuya's mastery with his bloodline was great enough to the point he could change or enhance several areas on his body, rather then just completely transforming.

Anyone watching him right now would fully understand that.

He sighed in content when he saw the purplish glow coming from behind him.

...

One must simply marvel at such a sight.

ssssssss...

Imagine, a mystical violet aura expanding from Kazuya's back, and from the aura, two very large, obsidian black wings formed, seemingly out of nothing, but in reality, was conjured from the demonic energy and flesh that Kazuya held within himself. As the new limbs cracked and popped into existence, even sizzling like fresh meat on flat iron, Kazuya's irides changed color, from onyx black to blood red. Even his pupils were red, just darker then the pools that surrounded them.

With a single flap, the powerful aura was dissipated, and Kazuya then expanded his dark wings, flexing his adjusted muscles and feeling the enormous amount of strength he just added to his body. "..." He couldn't help but half-smirk. If there was anything in life he was grateful for, it was the genes that his mother passed down to him. She may not have been with him for the entirety, or even a significant amount of his childhood, but she left her mark, one that allows him freedom beyond what any other human on earth could ever have.

"..." Kazuya looked around.

When he moved to this island, he knew from the start that he wanted his future home built at a high enough altitude where he could see everything, and that was exactly what he got. All he had to do was look down, and just like always, there was a great distance from his house, specifically the balcony, to the trees below. His home was situated on the side of a mountain, a side that he himself carved out with his demonic abilities.

He chuckled, and then, he took a step forward. {Enough is enough. Time to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling in my chest.}

With that last thought, Kazuya bent down on his haunches...then, putting the required amount of strength needed, he jumped high into the air...and expanded his wings. His expression became that of soft bliss...and gravity did it's part. With another smirk, he flew straight down passed his home, and the rushing air filled him with a feeling he would never tire from.

It was that sense of freedom.

How many humans on earth wished they could do what he was doing right now? {Hn, skydiving is one of the few things that come close to this...} Kazuya closed his eyes as euphoria took over, and he changed his flight path. His wings angled differently, and the next thing he knew, he was flying right over the trees, his speed reaching sixty miles an hour very easily.

His long dark hair swayed here and there, and anyone who would have somehow been able to record him from the front with an HD camera, would have captured a somewhat elegant view. Unlike usual, Kazuya wasn't glaring at anything. No, he was smirking, and the wondrous feeling he had was showing brightly in his powerful and sharp eyes.

This...this was what he seemingly lived for every day and night of his life. He, Kazuya Mishima, had the same kind of freedom that every flying creature that has ever lived on earth, had. Only this, the abilty to fly unhindered by the world was something that would be near impossible to give up for anything. It was actually the only thing that was good enough to stop that strange and negative feeling he would get sometimes, and right now, just like always, he was enjoying it.

...

He looked at everything, everything that for some perfect reason, looked that much more beautiful when the full moon and the stars were out, not a cloud in sight. Yes, of all things that life had to offer, this was beyond everything else, he was sure of it.

He flapped his wings once again, and increased his speed.

The cool wind brushed his skin, the moonlight made him glow, the trees and all forms of vegetation below smelled very good and fresh to his sensitive nose, and all these sensations combined, finally allowed Kazuya to half-smile. {Life just can't get any better than this. I don't need anything else.} Strangely enough, when he thought this, that same negative feeling lightly wormed it's way into him again, though not as strong as before.

He frowned slightly, but ignored it.

"..."

At this point, he was beginning to get close to the town, so he changed direction and began to gain altitude. Man, he just couldn't get enough of this. With little effort he went straight up, and then, he stopped to hover in one spot, his gaze going down to the small establishment where the people lived. He was so high up in the sky that if anything, any person that happened to look in his direction would barely be able to see his wings.

"..." He continued to observe everything, still awed as he always was when he looked at such an amazing view. Everything was just so...different...that is, when he managed to see it like this. He turned his head to see if there were any boats or ships in the bay area, or if any were coming from the mainland. One of the things he enjoyed to do when he was out flying, was to glide just above the surface of the ocean. Whenever it was glittering in such a way, and he flew over it, it just gave him a rush that he liked.

Very pleasing to him was the fact that nope, there were no vessels in the water.

Deciding that he wanted to NOT dwell on whatever possible reason he was feeling these strange things within him, he began to drop.

Oh yes, he would have another good night tonight.

OOO

Author's Note: So, do you guys think this has potential?

This story, if I get enough incentive, will be an alternate take on the entire Tekken series. The earliest it would ever stop is around Tekken Three, but if there are enough people that tell me that they can see a lot of good come out of this, I believe I'll continue on.

One thing to note is that Kazuya's Devil Form looks much more different then his original or the Blood Vengeance one. In this story, the colors are red, white, and black, BUT, his aura and 'Inferno' laser are the trademark purple we all know and love. I like the yellow color, but I prefer purple.

So, basically, Kazuya's Demonic Energy in all it's forms are purple, and his normal energy is the electric blue that has always been him.

Lastly, his eyes when in Devil Form or when partially using his Devil Powers, are purple. When he's partially manifested something, only his irides are red. When in full Devil Form, the entirety of his eyes are a bioluminescent purple.

Finally, Kazuya's Inferno blast sounds exactly as it does in the first Tekken Tag Tournament game. It's a drawn out ₩₩₩₩₩₩ sound, not a mere 'zap' like from Tekken 5 onward.

Oh and one more thing...what do you guys think of Kazuya having long hair? I would think that Alucard from Hellsing or Jackie Estacado from the first The Darkness game would give a good example of what his hair looks like, but I suppose it's up to you guys on how wild or tame his hair looks.

Anyway, thanks for giving this story a chance, and I will hopefully come out with a new chapter! Later! :D