Chapter I: Beginnings and New Friends

I am Shion Nakatomi. Until a few years ago, I was no more than your normal teenage girl - little circle of friends, happy enough life, you wouldn't even have been able to pick me out of a line-up... That is, until I got involved with the Mishimas.

I won't hold anything against her, after all, she can't help where she came from, but...

After getting involved with them, I descended into what I hated most - evil, destructive, you name it. But I got it all back...

To completely understand our stories, mine and hers, we need to go back a while...

Mishima High School...

Thursday...

11:00 am...

During morning interval at Mishima High, a girl of around 15 with shoulder-length blonde hair stood in a corner.

Alone again. Sweet, she thought.

She sighed and looked around for a while, before she noticed another girl with long, black hair who looked about her age standing in another corner, alone, much like herself, but people seemed to be... almost avoiding her, for some reason. She frowned, all too aware of how the other girl must have been feeling. She decided to approach her, to see if she was okay.

"Hey," she smiled, getting the other girl's attention.

"Hi!" the other girl grinned, looking rather happy for someone who was being avoided like the plague.

"I'm Shion. What's your name?"

"I'm Manaka. I'm new here, but no-one's talking to me, which kiiiinda sucks."

I recognise that girl's name... but from where?

"What's your last name, Manaka?"

Manaka looked down.

"...It's Mishima. But don't get the wrong idea!" she quickly added.

"Just because I've got 'cursed blood' or whatever doesn't mean I'm gonna eat your face or anything! ...Why did I just mention eating faces to the one person who bothers to talk to me...?"

"Hey," Shion smiled. "Cursed blood doesn't bother me much. You wanna hang out?"

Manaka stopped her strange, nervous rant and grinned, happy that someone actually wanted anything to do with her. Whatsoever.

"Yeah! Thanks!"

Throughout the years, Manaka and I became the best of friends, and through the war her brother, Jin Kazama, had waged on the world, we became closer than ever, even through the chaos. Manaka had tried so many times to reason with Jin, to try and talk some sense into him, but all to no avail.

Through this time, Manaka grew to hate her bloodline even more than she already did, so much so that she counted me as her only family, which I was more than happy to take the role of.

Sadly, Jin would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and what he wanted at the moment, amongst other things, was to get to Manaka.

4:00pm, and the pupils of Mishima High were finally released, all free for the weekend. As she was walking, Shion couldn't help but feel like she was being watched... and as if her mind wasn't her own.

A moment later, her head was suddenly filled with spreading pain, and as she collapsed on the ground, she could just make out the silhouette of someone with a needle in their hand.

Later that night, and time had fallen still. Shion had regained her conciousness, but couldn't open her eyes at all. Becoming more aware of her surroundings, she felt liquid all around her.

Where... am I? And why am I in water?

And then was when she heard it. A voice in her head that certainly wasn't her own.

("Make them pay,") it said. The voice was terrifying, demonic, but almost somehow... appealing. Like she didn't want to listen, but something in her... made her listen.

Who...

("I am the destroyer Azazel,") the voice cut her off, as if knowing already what she would say. ("My wish is to exact revenge upon those who have you captive.")

Why? she asked.

("I have my reasons.")

...How can I make them pay, they have me captive. For all I know, they could be planning on keeping me here forever, then what good would I be.

("I can give you the strength to destroy them, to take your revenge upon them for harming you.")

She hesitated.

I... I wouldn't want to destroy anyone...

("Oh, that is right... You do not know what they have done to you... Well, take a look at this, then...")

As if on cue, Shion recieved a mental image, of herself, in a large, cylander-shaped tank, clear liquid all around her and an oxygen mask on her face, her hair floating around in the liquid.

I knew that much... she thought.

The scene played on.

Through the door came several scientists, and none other than Jin Kazama.

That bas- Ugh, I should have known this had something to do with him!

Her blood boiled as she silently watched upon the scene.

"Any developments?" she heard him ask.

"No, nothing yet sir. She is still alive, which is a good thing..."

"Good. Remember to keep her like that until I get what I want from Miss Manaka..." With that, he left the room.

The voice in Shion's head was silent now, and she could have cried at that. For some unknown, unfathomable reason, her heart longed for it to talk to her again.

Silence deafening her for a moment, she wondered.

How did I get myself into all this...?

If your "only family" was in danger, would you come to her rescue?

Manaka couldn't get that one, stupid line out of her head as she stormed through the all-too-empty upper halls of the Mishima Zaibatsu, with one place in mind.

She would naver have been here if it wasn't for that letter she recieved the other day...

If your "only family" was in danger, would you come to her rescue?

If so, be at the Zaibatsu. 11:00pm. Tonight.

- Your brother.

Her eyes narrowed, before she kicked the door wide open.

"Kazama!" she shouted.

A smirk crept upon Jin's face as he kept his back to his sister.

"Yes?"

"You sent a letter," Manaka said, throwing said letter at Jin, even though his back was still turned.

"What did you mean, 'my only family'?"

Jin's smirk grew wider and more sinister as he truned to face his sister.

"You see, Manaka... your beloved friend, the sister you never had, Shion... She's with us now."

"Excuse me?" Manaka asked in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"She's in our captivity," Jin clarified.

"What the hell? Why?" Manaka practically screamed.

"Think of her like a... bargaining chip. You see, we are going to... "get rid" of her, unless you give us some help."

Manaka opened her mouth to protest. Nothing. She opened her mouth just to speak. Nothing. She opened her mouth to agree.

"...What do you want me to do?"

Sadly, that worked.

Meanwhile, Shion was still in her state of semi-conciousness, alone, feeling distinctly lonely. If the mental image was anything to go by, she was in a sizeable lab... all to herself. She was more than sure that the Zaibatsu would be running tests on her, but still, the idea of having only machinery and row after row of empty tanks as company... scared her.

She mentally sighed. She only wished for some company, that was all.

I feel so wronged. I didn't even do anything to Jin. I want out. I want...

She paused for a moment, realizing what she partially knew all along.

I want revenge.

("My offer still stands,") the voice echoed in her mind. Shion's heart leapt - though she was still unsure why - and a smile formed on her lips. This was her chance...

I'm all yours.

Suddenly and without warning, Shion began to undergo a transformation.

She grew fur in certain places, and her skin became a pure white, with strange, black markings on her chest. Her nails grew until they were claws. Her lips and hair turned chaos black and her eyes, a glowing, penetrating blood red. A third eye appeared on her forehead and white feathered wings tore from her back.

She burst out of the tank she was being held captive in and ripped the oxygen mask off. Several alarms rang out; they must have been monitoring her. Several soldiers, some armed with guns, ran through into the lab. A smirk of pure evil crept upon Shion's lips; she knew they were no match for her. She could feel the immense power that came with this form.

She flew into the air, firing a blue laser from her third eye straight at the soldiers, taking a considerable number of them out. The soldiers, most of them terrified, continued to fire their guns at her, but none of them injured her. She descended back to the ground, resembling a demonic angel, her eyes firmly locked on the humans before her.

She reached out her hand and raised it up, raising the soldiers with it, before throwing them all to the side with her newfound telekinesis, knocking most of them out, breaking the rest's skulls.

She began to laugh, softly at first, morphing into the laugh of an insane, inhuman being as she stood victorious over the broken, mangled soldiers.

Her transformation was complete.

She was no longer Shion...

But Devil Shion.

A/N: Hi! I hope you all liked chappie 1~
I'd really appreciate hearing from you guys what you thought of the first chapter. (Which includes constructive criticism!)
And if anyone's wondering about the story's title, it shall become clear, don't you worry =)

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