Messed Up: Mishima Zaibatsu

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters.
A/N: This story is set in 2003, King of Iron Fist Tournament 5.

Chapter 1. King of Iron Fist Tournament 5

...BEFORE KOIFT4...

Brisbane, Australia...

A city crowded with buildings, new and old. Nestled amongst the towering buildings of this city was a small dojo. A young man trained there, his face covered by the hood of his purple jacket. This young man trained there quietly...

... The young man was Jin.

Day after day, Jin trained in the traditional art of karate. Ever since Heihachi's betrayal, Jin loathed everything about himself. His Mishima bloodline, his fighting style, the Devil Gene in his blood, everything. He unlearned the Mishima-Ryu fighting style, thanks to the dojo master's training, and he mastered traditional karate. Jin's thoughts burned with the desire to destroy the evil Mishima bloodline, the bloodline of his grandfather, Heihachi Mishima, and his father, Kazuya Mishima.

One day, Jin heard rumors that The King of the Iron Fist Tournament 4 was announced. A once in a lifetime opportunity to exterminate the Mishima clan... Without hesitation, Jin hardened his resolve to enter the tournament. Jin hit a sandbag with his sharply honed kick. The bag burst open violently, and sand poured out of the bag.

...DURING KOIFT4...

Jin pushed all the greedy foes out his way as he waited to slay Heihachi Mishima. Flashing lights before his eyes causes him to freeze. Before he knows it, he falls unconscious and drops onto the floor. Kazuya walked near his son. He lifted him as a tear ran down his face. He smiled and held his son towards his chest.

"My son," Kazuya cried. "My beautiful son!"

Kazuya paused for a second and took another look at his son. He waited for vengeance to explode his head, but needed to gather memories first. Kazuya looked at his son and then he thought to himself, 'What kind of Devil could give birth to this child?'. Suddenly, he looked up and he saw that a helicopter was closing into the buildings.

"Father," Jin cried. "I... I see images... Images of my mother..."
"Your mother?" Kazuya asked, gripping onto his son as his own tears soaked Jin's clothes. "Who?"
"J-J-Jun..." Jin cried out sorrowly. "Ju... Kazama!"

Kazuya looked down onto his son, who now, wasn't breathing. Kazuya looked down at his son, and he whispered something in his dying son's ear. Kazuya paused and shook his son awake. Kazuya began to dip his head into his son's chest.

"F-F-Father," Jin cried, deathingly. "I always see Mother... Whenever I try to kill you... She stops me... I always see Mother... Whenever I try to kill Heihachi... She stops me... I always see Mother... Whenever I try to kill myself... She stops me..."

Kazuya looked at his son and realised that he caused the damage to this family. He decided to do something against it.

"I always see Mother..." Jin cried, still as deathingly as at first. "Whenever I walk into the moonlight for peace... She stops me... Stops me from turning about and killing you... And lets me flap away in my wings... Father, as my dying wish... Kill Heihachi... Please..."
"Heihachi?" Kazuya cried. "Huh, Jin, don't do this to me..."

Kazuya closed his eyes. He put his hands together and began to pray. He opened his eyes. His eyes were dark brown, and it swirled. After the next blink, Kazuya's eyes became red in one eye and yellow in the other. He looked at his son and grinned evilly. His tears turned from salty water... To blood. Kazuya raised his left arm into the air, bent at elbows, and pushed it slam into Jin's face. Kazuya moved to the right as he watched his dead son.

Behind him was a creak. Kazuya ignored this, and grabbed Jin's body. He began to get air out of his body, and soon, he began to shake histerrically. His eye sparked, and soon his arm became impatient. A large zap of energy and electric encircled his body and he ended up fighting a war with gravity as he rose into the air, his feet not touching the ground. He dropped Jin's body and he rose a cheek into the sky. After another twenty seconds, he retouched the floor. A large shadow enlargened over him, and larked into shape. Kazuya slowly turned around. A large winged body shown into the air and there stood... ... ... Devil Jin!

...

After the grueling battle between Kazuya and Heihachi Mishima at Honmaru, Jin takes flight, leaving Hon-Maru behind. He is overwhelmed by an evil presence and loses consciousness. Jin wakes to an unknown voice and sees a mountain forest, which appears to have been ravaged by a giant tornado.

However, Jin had no doubt that he was responsible for the destruction. Upon returning to Yakushima, Jin was plagued by recurring nightmares. Jin could feel the influence of the Devil Gene growing stronger.

"It is only a matter of time before I am completely overcome by the Devil Gene," Jin said to himself.

Although he has no direction, Jin begins his journey, guided only by fate.

...

Jin Kazama put his shirt over his head and smiled, sharply. He then squinted his eyes and looked up at his friend and rival, Hwoarong. He blinked and took his large purple jacket and thrusted that over his head too. He then stood up and looked at Hwoarong's hands, which were positioned like he wanted to fight.

"Am I good for the tournament?" Jin asked. "Do you think I look OK?"
"Yeah," Hwoarong replied. "But... When you enter, err... Put your hood on, and don't pose... Just walk on."

Jin looked up at Hwoarong and sighed. He then turned to Marshall Law who was standing near Paul Phoenix. He looked back at Hwoarong. A large voice which sounded like someone on a microphone began to speak. Jin shaked his head in a frustrated manner.

"All contestants for the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5, please enter," the voice boomed. "May the contestants stand in height order, tallest stand at the end of the line please."

Jin closed his eyes and angrilly scrunched up his face. He shaked his head at the voice of his father, Kazuya, and opened his eyes, standing up. He stopped scrunching his face and began to walk towards the doors, which automatically opened. Jin walked forwards behind Ling Xiaoyu, and then walked behind Asuka.

"Please may Hwoarong and Jack-5 engage combat please," Kazuya's voice boomed. "Now can Paul Phoenix and Baek Doo San engage in combat please? Now Jin and Mokujin engage combat."

At the sound of his name, Jin looked up and looked to the back of the line. He saw a little wooden figure standing, and Jin walked forwards. Watching Mokujin walk forwards, Jin realised that Mokujin was his match. Jin watched Paul Phoenix and Baek Doo San walk onto a platform. They stood on it and disappeared. Jin walked onto the platform that Paul Phoenix was standing on. He waited on it, and eventually, he landed on a place above a restaurant.

"Hmm..." Jin sighed. "The smell of burned chicken and old rice. Why do I assume we're above the 'American Laws' Bakery'? Well, well, well... I see... So let's start... Hey, let's start with, I'm Jin Kazama. I'm fighting you now. And after the match ends, Kazuya will say 'Jin Kazama Wins'. Now your turn..."
"... ... ... ... ..." was all that Mokujin could say - nothing. "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."
"C'mon, don't be like that and ignore me," Jin expised. "C'mon, little wooddie, let's see how you start the first round."
"..." Mokujin replied, holding his hands near his face. "... ... ..."
"You do boxing?" Jin asked, prasping his hands in his pockets. "Seeing by the way you're standing in stance you look like Steve Fox!"
"... ... ... ... ... ...?" Mokujin asked. "... ... ... ... ...?"
"You look like you're in an asking position kinda thing," Jin sighed. "But you gotta speak for me to understand you!"
"Ten," Kazuya called on a microphone. "Nine, eight, seven..."

Jin realised that he was speaking so much, the two minute-lasting match had nearly ended. And all this time Mokujin was absorbing Jin's health using 'Doesn't Hurt Enemy' move. It made him able to absorb Jin's health without hurting him so that Jin wouldn't notice. Jin heard Kazuya again.

"Three, two, one..." Kazuya called.

Before 'Zero' was heard, Jin fell onto the floor.

"Perfect!" Jin heard Kazuya shout. "Mokujin wins!"
"Arghh..." Jin muttered. "Beaten by a wood insect. At least we have another round to fight!"

Jin stood up and without talking, put his hands infront of his face. He stood in a Karate position and looked at Mokujin. Mokujin did the exact same moves that Jin did for his open scene.

"Paul Phoenix Wins," Kazuya said on the loud buzzer. "Hwoarong Wins."

Jin ran up to Mokujin, as Mokujin ran up to him. He stood still and watched Mokujin stand still. A few of Jin's fans were booing Mokujin. But there was more Mokujin fans though, since he was arose to destroy the evil that they all believed was ran by Heihachi Mishima again like in the 4th tournament. Jin listened to his fans cheering.

"Mokujin a copycat!" they screamed. "Jin will knock him black to black! If he survives then that's a fake! Here is Mokujin's last break!"

They kept copying that over and over and over again. But Jin eyed the crowd and stormed forwards a few steps. He saw that he was running out of time. He engaged total combat with Mokujin, and spun around and ducked. Mokujin spun around and ducked.

"Mokujin VS Jin!" Mokujin's fans screamed. "Mokujin will mock you Jin! Mokujin will mock you Jin!"
"Mokujin and mock you Jin..." Jin said quietly. "So this is why he's doing the same moves, huh?"

Jin paced around in circles and had an idea. If Mokujin copied Jin, then Jin wouldn't acceed to victory.

'Jin, in the future,' Jin thought. 'You will always blaze the enemy apart...'

"That was my mother," Jin said to himself. "Always blaze the enemy apart. I have a plan."

Jin pulled up his sleeve and he put his left arm on his right arm. He smiled at Mokujin and began to swirl around in circles. Suddenly an eye spark flashed through Kazuya. He knew his son well, and decided to count down, although he was twenty seconds early.

"Ten," Kazuya called rather early. "Nine, eight..."

Jin hurredly rubbed his arms together and Mokujin copied. Mokujin began to be hurt on his arms, as he was rubbing the wooden hands together. Jin saw that Mokujn's hands were blazing into a large fire.

"Am I doing it right now, Mother?" Jin asked his self.

'No, not to cut them apart, silly...' Jin thought. 'You'll blaze a fire that'll leads to absolute victor and you'll be at the head of the fire!'

"I'll kindly take that as a yes," Jin expired very sadly. "Thank you Mother, Jun Kazama."

"Unfortunately, Jin Kazama Wins!" Kazuya called out in the microphone. "That son of a... Good riddance of this non-wanted dis-owned child!"
"Father, I mean, how could you be so mean?" Jin insecuated, smiling justworthily.
"Son," Kazuya called out on the microphone. "Calling that mean? You burned poor Mokujin, and Heihachi imprisoned his father Jinpachi, and also threw me off the cliffs!"
"Tuh," Jin hurrumphed. "Yeah, yeah... What do I do now I've won?"
"Steve Fox Wins!!" Kazuya called out. "Ten, nine, eight, seven... Nina Williams Wins!! Now may all contestants return to the HQ!"