Soul Calibur III: Father and Son

By Wii4Mii

Chapter I: A Familiar Boy

Siegfried, so happy to be home in Ober-Getzenberg, Germany, looks around at his surroundings. So much seems to have changed. I have changed as well. I can't believe I'm forty years old…he thinks to himself. My hair cut short, red armor, and Requiem is getting old as well. As he said it, he clutched his sword, like it was his best friend.

Siegfried's heart seemed to burn with pain as he reminisced to previous nights. Siegfried was haunted every night by dreams. But not the dreams of Soul Edge. No…the dreams of the past. For instance, this past week, he dreamt back to after he defeated Abyss. After Abyss' explosion, he saw Soul Embrace split, which terrified him…for it meant that Soul Edge was alive. And the next thing he saw, he was struck by Inferno, and he woke up. That next night, it was as if the dream continued. Siegfried was wielding the Spirit Sword, and he managed to absorb its power into his body and kill Inferno…for what he thought permanently. The next night, the process still continued. To finish the job of destroying Soul Edge, he used the power of SoulCalibur to create a new realm and seal Soul Edge there so it could never regain its will. And at the end of the dream…the last thing he saw was a boy with spiky black hair and white clothes…and the image would fade.

As he continued to walk, disturbed by his memories, a boy, 17 years of age, came up to him. "Excuse me sir, are you new around here? Allow me to show you around, if you would allow it." Siegfried looked at him. He had black spiky hair, and wore a white tunic, and baggy white pants. He seemed to be a very good, pure lad. But he was suspicious…until it came to Siegfried.

Wait…is this the boy I've seen in my dreams? How come I know him so? Why does he haunt me like Nightmare did for all those years? But he then realized that he was starting to make depressed faces as he went into thought, and he might be confusing the boy.

"So sorry. Please, show me where you live. Show me your parents." But he suddenly regretted his words, because they seemed to have struck a nerve in the young lad. "Oh…I see. You're an orphan. I'm sorry. I didn't—"

"It's okay. Come with me." The boy smiled again, and Siegfried decided to come with.

Siegfried entered what seemed like a basement without the house above it. He wondered how anyone could live there, but it seemed he had the necessities in there. "Nice place. For someone your age, it seems suitable."

"I'm not totally an orphan," he said, as if he wasn't listening to Siegfried at all. "I believe my father is still alive. He's somewhere out there, and I think he's calling for me." Siegfried could tell he was holding back tears. "You know, I'm not fully European. My mother is—was—Japanese. She died in childbirth. Giving birth to me. I hate myself for it, but I also hate my father for it. As soon as he found out he had a son, he ran away, as if his family didn't mean anything to him. I can't believe some people." But then he stood up, angry. "But why am I opening up to a complete stranger?"

Siegfried took all this in. Then he realized something. "Maybe we're not strangers. We have a lot in common. Seventeen years ago, I fell in love with a woman who was Japanese. We vowed to stay together. But I…had to go one day. To prove something to myself. But when I was away, I heard that she had died in childbirth. I was broken. Completely broken. And I know what it's like to live life without parents. My father was murdered by--." Siegfried quickly closed his mouth, feeling he had said too much. "My name is Siegfried." He held out his hand for the boy to shake.

The boy felt something spark inside at this man's name, but paid it no mind. "I'm Jing. I'm 17 years old at this point." Jing sat back down, a bit suspicious. That's odd. Maybe we have a bit too much in common.

"Can I ask you one more question, Jing?" Siegfried asked Jing, who was eating some grapes. "If you don't mind my asking, what was your mother's name?"

"Her name was Sakura." Siegfried heard this name and near fainted. Sakura…the name of his true love…was also the name of Jing's mother? Could this mean… "Oh, never mind. Can I have some grapes?"

"Sure." Jing ripped some grapes off his vine and handed Siegfried some.

"Thanks."

That night, Siegfried stayed at Jing's house. Jing made up a new bed, although it was on the floor. Siegfried didn't mind, because since he was a traveling warrior, sleeping on the ground was natural to him. That night, when Jing was fast asleep, Siegfried took out a sword wrapped in cloth from his bag. He held it, and concentrated his energy. And whispered to the sword.

"Please, sword…tell me what I truly desire." And as he whispered it, the sword began to glow a brilliant blue under the cloth, and it started to move by itself. It slowly pointed towards the Eurasian boy sleeping next to Siegfried. "Does this mean…he's truly… my son?" And with those words, he put the sword back, fully wrapped, in his bag, and slowly fell asleep. But unbeknownst to him, Jing had been wide awake the whole time, and knew what Siegfried was up to. What would happen next?