Once Upon a Crescent Moon
Yugao
Summary: Jun reflects on Jin and how he came to be.
Author's Note: Whoa, third chapter in one morning. I hope this doesn't look too rushed. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken and I don't make any money off this.
Once upon a crescent moon a woman sat at the porch of her cabin in the middle of the forest with her five-year-old son, looking up at the pallid gray sky devoid of stars.
She remembered, five years before, when she first came here bearing this precious little boy in her womb, feeling wronged, and that the child could be no different. Now, as she gazed upon her son, she felt her heart soften. No, she told herself, the child is not wrong. Wronged, but not wrong.
Years before, she had entered the Iron Fist Tournament that she may be able to make a difference. She knew of the Mishima Zaibatsu and all the evil they had done. She wanted to make a change, to put a stop to the countless victims of their workings. If she won the tournament… yes, she might have been able to do these things.
If not for him.
It was easy to be distracted by his intense, hard gaze, his smirk, and his strong-willed determination to win. His aura commanded attention, though he never asked to be given any. He never had to.
He was, after all, a Mishima.
The very same reason why she forced herself not to approach the man, this enigmatic Kazuya Mishima. It could only lead to trouble.
To being wronged.
But her heart told her that she cannot be wronged. A naïve, simple thing, the heart – at times it could lead you to triumph in love, but at other times it can lead to your own destruction.
As she pondered this she wondered where her heart had led her. She was wronged, yes, but as she stared at the little boy beside her, staring up at the sliver of silver moon in the sky, she shook her head. Her heart was right in leading her this way.
Her pale, pensive face looked back on what had happened. Her heart regaled in his presence, delighted in being with him. Her mind, as it always had, went the other way. It urged her to pull away before things would worsen. But she had never been a mind person, and believed her heart. Her silly, silly heart.
The tournament was reaching its conclusion, and the very night it was to end he came to her.
From the beginning she had felt that there was something inside him that was not right, something evil lurking in the depths of his spirit. It was her heart, her stupid heart, that ignored her mind's pleas. When he came to her, the devil stirred within him.
There was no escape.
She closed her eyes and envisioned that night, when she had watched his retreating figure. She had lain on the bed, tears staining her face and blood staining the sheets. Here she was, helpless, stripped bare, and he was just walking away.
Not long after, she heard that he had disappeared once more, met his death in fire. Perhaps the doing of his father, Heihachi. She did not know. She wondered, even, if she cared.
Also, she discovered that she was bearing his child. At the time she had gone pale at the thought of bearing a dead man's child.
Bearing a child of rape.
But now as she looked at her son, she cried. A child of rape he may be, but he was brought up with utmost love. Overcome with emotion she drew him close, embracing him tightly. "I love you, Jin."
"I love you too, Mother."
Above them, the faint silver crescent shone, and its daughters the stars had begun to appear.
Author's Note: I know it's short, but I wanted to get the message across using as little words as possible. Please review and tell me how I can edit it.