Love Worth Fighting For
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I am making no money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. I however own all the characters that are not apart of the Tekken franchise. All rights reserved.
A/N: This is the sequel to 'Not the Admirer'. I hope this lives up to the first story. Please R&R. Flames will be ignored, as there is no point in them. If you don't like a story, just don't review it. Thanks!
Prologue
The King of Iron Fist Tournament 3 ended after a long and vicious battle between the entity known as Toshin, in the form of True Ogre and the brave young fighter, Jin Kazama.
Finally getting revenge for the murder of his mother, Jin stood tall over the defeated monster, as the souls of the lost fighters were freed into the heavens, and the creature disappeared from the living world.
But after that, nothing was heard from Jin. He just seemed to vanish from the face of the Earth. Nobody knew what truly happened to him…
… All but Heihachi Mishima. His selfish greed and deceitful temperament lead him to strike down his grandson with a gunshot to the head, unknown to the world.
Heihachi had been using him all along.
But of course, something arose from the spirit of the young Kazama, something not of this world. And this inhuman force took control.
Though Heihachi had fired a fatal shot, it was obvious it was going to take more than that to destroy what had become of Jin Kazama.
After sending his grandfather through the temple wall, he disappeared into the night, flying with raven-feathered wings. He wasn't seen again after that…
Two years have passed since then, and the world carried on, as it should, with little thought and action to do with Jin Kazama, after the search was abruptly called off shortly after his disappearance.
Heihachi told the world that it was most likely his grandson would never be found, and everyone was left wondering whether he was alive or not. He had started out acting completely worried and grief stricken, but suddenly, his tune changed. But no questions were ever asked.
Though things never truly settled for the elder Mishima. Within the two years, Heihachi had to face more a part of his past that he had wished to have stayed long dead.
And that involved his son… not as dead as he thought.
Kazuya Mishima, now risen from the mouth of the volcano, and ready to go up against his father once more.
Heihachi had plans of obtaining the allusive 'Devil Gene' to finally give himself the power that he thought he well and truly deserved. Thus ensued the raid on G-Corporation and the encounter with his son, through camera equipment planted on his Tekkenshu.
He realised his son was a force to be reckoned with. Heihachi knew it would be hard to obtain what he desired with his son fighting back with full force. But of course, he had a plan, and was ready to dispatch it on the world…
***
A man stood in the shadows, looking out over a city from a building top dojo. His back rested to a wooden pillar and a hood was pulled firmly over his head.
He had been in training for what seemed like so long, his whole being consumed with revenge against the one that lured him into a ring of deception. He felt disgraced by his lineage, and turned to a new light, hoping to one day, take his revenge.
The sun was setting over the city and the room was beginning to slowly fill was a prominent darkness that clung over him like a protective blanket, in which he basked.
He was ready. His heart was burning for the heat of the inevitable fight to come, which would decide who would live and who would die. It would be a battle to the death, where only the strongest survived.
"The time has come," the hooded man whispered into the lonely shadows. "I know what he truly plans, and I will face him, for I am not afraid of death. I will fight to destroy my kindred that is cursed with dirty blood…"
He looked into the near dusk sky. Other than being ready to go out for his revenge, he knew he had someone else to see. Someone he had broken a promise to. He had to see them again, for his heart yearned for what he had missed for so long…
… That of love.
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I am making no money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. I however own all the characters that are not apart of the Tekken franchise. All rights reserved.
A/N: This is the sequel to 'Not the Admirer'. I hope this lives up to the first story. Please R&R. Flames will be ignored, as there is no point in them. If you don't like a story, just don't review it. Thanks!
Prologue
The King of Iron Fist Tournament 3 ended after a long and vicious battle between the entity known as Toshin, in the form of True Ogre and the brave young fighter, Jin Kazama.
Finally getting revenge for the murder of his mother, Jin stood tall over the defeated monster, as the souls of the lost fighters were freed into the heavens, and the creature disappeared from the living world.
But after that, nothing was heard from Jin. He just seemed to vanish from the face of the Earth. Nobody knew what truly happened to him…
… All but Heihachi Mishima. His selfish greed and deceitful temperament lead him to strike down his grandson with a gunshot to the head, unknown to the world.
Heihachi had been using him all along.
But of course, something arose from the spirit of the young Kazama, something not of this world. And this inhuman force took control.
Though Heihachi had fired a fatal shot, it was obvious it was going to take more than that to destroy what had become of Jin Kazama.
After sending his grandfather through the temple wall, he disappeared into the night, flying with raven-feathered wings. He wasn't seen again after that…
Two years have passed since then, and the world carried on, as it should, with little thought and action to do with Jin Kazama, after the search was abruptly called off shortly after his disappearance.
Heihachi told the world that it was most likely his grandson would never be found, and everyone was left wondering whether he was alive or not. He had started out acting completely worried and grief stricken, but suddenly, his tune changed. But no questions were ever asked.
Though things never truly settled for the elder Mishima. Within the two years, Heihachi had to face more a part of his past that he had wished to have stayed long dead.
And that involved his son… not as dead as he thought.
Kazuya Mishima, now risen from the mouth of the volcano, and ready to go up against his father once more.
Heihachi had plans of obtaining the allusive 'Devil Gene' to finally give himself the power that he thought he well and truly deserved. Thus ensued the raid on G-Corporation and the encounter with his son, through camera equipment planted on his Tekkenshu.
He realised his son was a force to be reckoned with. Heihachi knew it would be hard to obtain what he desired with his son fighting back with full force. But of course, he had a plan, and was ready to dispatch it on the world…
***
A man stood in the shadows, looking out over a city from a building top dojo. His back rested to a wooden pillar and a hood was pulled firmly over his head.
He had been in training for what seemed like so long, his whole being consumed with revenge against the one that lured him into a ring of deception. He felt disgraced by his lineage, and turned to a new light, hoping to one day, take his revenge.
The sun was setting over the city and the room was beginning to slowly fill was a prominent darkness that clung over him like a protective blanket, in which he basked.
He was ready. His heart was burning for the heat of the inevitable fight to come, which would decide who would live and who would die. It would be a battle to the death, where only the strongest survived.
"The time has come," the hooded man whispered into the lonely shadows. "I know what he truly plans, and I will face him, for I am not afraid of death. I will fight to destroy my kindred that is cursed with dirty blood…"
He looked into the near dusk sky. Other than being ready to go out for his revenge, he knew he had someone else to see. Someone he had broken a promise to. He had to see them again, for his heart yearned for what he had missed for so long…
… That of love.