Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own any of the Tekken Fighters…
A New Beginning
Chapter 1: One Puzzle, Four Pieces
Jin stood there, towering over his grandfather once again, ready to finally end
his life. His raven-like wings spreading from his back as he did. As he raised
his fist back, he suddenly stopped, dropping Heihachi to the floor. He had felt
the presence of the mother's spirit; he knew he couldn't do this. If Heihachi
was to die, it would not be at his hands, for he had been taught better than
that. Jin simply gave a sly smile before stepping a few feet away from the
traitorous man. He then spread his massive wings, and flew away, breaking right
through the Do Jo's roof. The black feathers flung down from up above as they
slowly fell to the floor, leaving behind one white feather in the midst, as the
moonlight beamed
down.
Heihachi was weak, but found the energy to stand. "Damn!" He exclaimed as he
rose to his feet. Jin had defeated him once again, and made practically the same
departure he had two years before. It was at this moment that he remembered
Kazuya. Jin had already defeated him first. Maybe Jin had gotten away, but he
wasn't about to let Kazuya escape now too. As he turned to where Kazuya's
unconscious body had lied, his brows furrowed as he saw that he too, was now
gone… When most would probably figure that Heihachi would be up roaring in anger
by now, instead, he just let out a devious smirk as his lips
curled.
"Bravo. I have indeed produced a powerful blood line. But no one will
ever know the true outcome of it all. Neither of you will escape. I will find
you both. In the end, I always
win."
Heihachi did have a point about one thing, and this was that indeed no one would
know the true outcome of the tournament. He wasn't going to tell. He would just
declare himself the winner. He knew very well that Jin wasn't stupid enough to
tell anyone. Jin knew that he would have to be watching every second for the
Tekken Force, assassins, and any one else who would blow his cover or kill him
for a hefty amount of well-paid of cash. He didn't desire the Mishima Zaibatsu,
either. Jin had just wanted revenge. Heihachi also figured that his son Kazuya
would try to seek him out too, if not to kill him he didn't know why, but he
knew one thing and that was that he would have his research completed and the
devil gene would be
his.
He then turned toward the door as he gathered his train of thoughts on his next
move. As he opened the double doors and walked out, he let out a laugh. He would
capture not one of them, but both Kazuya and Jin now. He knew it may take time
but if there was one thing he was, it was patient.
The doors slammed shut as he strode off through the
forest.
*~*~*
Meanwhile, Kazuya had
made a rather quick escape himself. He was already more than half way back to
the city. He may have been weakened from his fight with Jin, but not enough to
slow him down apparently. He knew that his father had also been defeated by his
son. He wouldn't have missed that in a million years. But while Jin was making
his departure through the ceiling, he had made his way out too through the back
door. But there was one thing…different
now.
Kazuya felt lifted, he felt like he was back in control of his body. He was glad
he had lost, that this damn devil had been defeated. Gods, he didn't wish to
kill his son. He knew the devil had a special plan for uniting their power to
make them the ultimate being, but he didn't know that Jin had to die for it. Was
the devil gone though? No, it couldn't be, or he'd surely be dead by now. Kazuya
wouldn't let it take control again though. This was his body and his along. At
least, he wanted to believe
so.
He
knew he had to find his son, had to explain to him, explain everything. He
wasn't going to turn into a replica of Heihachi, that' what he had wanted for
Kazuya. No, he was going to make sure that his evil father never harmed his
family again. And by the way, that brought him back to another. Someone who had stayed in the shadows of the tournament, like
himself, and the rest of his forsaken family. He may have fooled everyone
else there, but Lee Chaolan didn't fool
him.
Back in the tournament, Kazuya had lurked in the shadows, not watching many
fights besides his own, there was no need to anyway. He
didn't need to observe any 'techniques' for he had nothing to worry about, or so
he had thought. But during the finals, he had watched several of the fights.
Unknowingly to any of them, of course. Among some of
the ones he had seen were his son, Nina Williams, a cocky redhead, and of
course, Lee, or should he say
'Violet.'
Kazuya didn't buy that disguise very long. He'd have to be utterly stupid not to
recognize the fighting style, the graceful speed, the slender waist, or any of
his other beautiful features that were so plainly evident. He had actually
chuckled at the simple fact that Nina didn't recognize him. After all, they had
been 'together' before in the past. He didn't get a good enough look at Lee to
see how much age had done for him, but Nina didn't look a day over 20. He knew
that his father was probably behind this too. Him and his
damned
experiments.
Kazuya knew that he would have to pay his brother a visit too. He had actually
longed to speak to him at the tournament, but after all of this time, he didn't
know what he was up to. He obviously had a motive behind the ridiculous
disguise, but was it just to hide from his father or could he be helping him
again? During the first tournament, Lee had betrayed him and joined Heihachi,
only to end up siding back with him at the second tournament. Did Lee even know
he was alive? No, he couldn't have, could he? Kazuya didn't quite know what to
think at the moment, but he would find out soon enough. He would put the broken
pieces back together. No matter what…
*~*~*
At this time, Jin was making his landing back at
Tokyo,
in a desolate area, of course. He landed on top of a three-story story parking
lot outside of some business and he just stood there, as his wings retreated
back. He had finally learned to control the devil gene and even make some use of
it, even though the truth was he would rather be without it. He looked up into
the starry sky. "Thank you mother," He whispered as he gazed up. But what was he
to do
now?
The past eight years of his life had been based solemnly on revenge. What was he
suppose to do now? Seek out his remaining family and kill them? Of course not. He decided he would try to live a normal life
now. Something he had never been permitted to have. And his
father, Kazuya? He didn't really care what had become of him. For all he
knew Heihachi and Kazuya could have killed each other the moment he'd left. He
wasn't necessarily saying that this is what he had hoped for, but he knew it was
a definite possibility. They were both evil, power-hungry men with no souls to
reckon upon. But even so, he still couldn't kill them, even though he had sworn
he would at the
tournament.
He still knew they would both be after them. He didn't even have to think about
it, he knew. His father would still be after him for this damn devil gene as
well as his grandfather. Why did it have to be this way? Why did it all have to
be so fucked up? Why him?… Those were questions he had
asked himself for years, but he decided they were pointless to ask when there
was nothing he could do. He couldn't change the
past…
Jin now went over to the elevator. He would make his way back to the hotel where
he was staying, gather his things, and get the hell out of this place once and
for all. Or so he hoped. He knew he would have to be careful though. Heihachi's
men would be all about the premises within the hour, and he especially needed to
change into something that would at least hide most of his face. He would go
back to Brisbane,
for now. He had an apartment, and a job there. No friends though. The few people
Jin had talked to didn't even know his real name. God, how he
longed for someone. Just someone to talk to, a friend,
or even someone to be with. He was tired of being along… He wanted this
to change, but could it?
As the elevator doors parted, he began his walk, a rather fast-paced one,
back to the hotel.
*~*~*
Lee Chaolan was at his
own hotel now. He was still in disguise though. It wouldn't be safe any other
way for him until he made it back to his resort in the
Bahamas.
He may have lost the tournament, but he had gotten his experimental droid Combot
to work rather well. And after all, he had made it into the finals. He had lost
to Jin Kazama, like so many others. It was actually quite painful to see
Kazuya's son like this… His nephew… Lee could practically see the revengeful
rage burning in his eyes, just like it had in Kazuya's all those years
ago…
He didn't want to think about this though. The memories were too painful for
even him to bear. The memories still haunted him after all of these years… That
dreadful day at the end of the second tournament…
"Why didn't you listen to me…?"
Lee had spoken this simple line more times that he could
remember.
*Flashback*
There Kazuya and Lee were, just after their fight. Lee had lost, and was down on
his knees in front of Kazuya after a heavy blow and blood trickled down from his
lower lip…
"You lost Lee. Now I'm going to kill our father, and this time,
I'll make sure he's dead."
Kazuya began to turn away and walk to the Zaibatsu for his final match.
He didn't have to ask who his competitor would be, he knew it would be Heihachi,
and that was how he had wanted it.
"Don't do it Kazuya… Please… He'll, he'll kill you…" Lee spoke weakly as
he tried to rise, stumbling to his feet.
Kazuya turned back toward Lee when he heard this, a look of anger on his
face.
"You know Lee, you are lucky I didn't kill you
or put you in the hospital like most of the others. Are you asking for that to
change?" Kazuya spat as he narrowed his eyes.
"Have you even seen him fight yet? He is much stronger that he was
before. Stronger and more full of rage that he's ever been. I'm not saying I
don't have faith in you, but is this 'revenge' of yours really worth putting
your whole life at stake? Damnit Kazuya, think of the Zaibatsu and all that
you've accomplished, you have your title, think of Jun…"
Kazuya's eyes softened up a bit, but were still narrowed.
"I will not lose. Father will die, and if you get in my way, you will die
as well."
"The same thing you told Jun I see…"
"Leave her out of this."
Lee limped over to stand right in front of Kazuya, blocking him from
going any further
"Ok, then… Kill me," Lee spoke, almost as if he was demanding
it.
Kazuya quickly grasp Lee by his silver hair and pressured him toward his
face, to where he was only an inch away… Lee let out a small gasp at the
painfully tight grip on his hair, but besides that, spoke nothing. He just
stared back into Kazuya's eyes, figuring that he was going to kill
him.
"If only I could…" Kazuya whispered before raising his fist up
unknowingly to Lee behind his head.
They had both just gazed into one another's eyes, as if they were unable
to break eye contact. Kazuya then leaned in even closer, to what could be
considered too close. Lee was pretty confused at this time, but he still said or
did nothing. But before he could remember what had happened next, everything
went black.
Kazuya had knocked him out.
By the time he regained consciousness, it was already too
late……
*End
Flashback*
Lee walked into his room, trying to flood the memories from his mind. He needed
a drink and a cigarette now, he needed to take his mind off of all this at least
until he got back to his home in the Bahamas.
He still wasn't leaving for a couple of days. He still had many things he wanted
to know and would at least try to find out. He wanted to know if Jin was safe,
his father's true motive behind holding the tournament,
and even the truth behind G-Corporation's huge stock sell off. He had linked it
back to the Mishima Zaibatsu. But what was it Heihachi had stolen that what so
important? Whatever it was, it had apparently put the whole corporation in a
current state of turmoil. Lee had a feeling that all of these questions had one
answer, and whatever it was, he would make sure he found
out……
*~*~*
Hwoarang had just left a
nearby bar and was now on his way to, well, he really didn't know. The only
place left to go now was back home to
Korea,
but he would probably be arrested the minute he set foot off the plain. He still
wasn't completely sure that the military wasn't here somewhere for him right
now. He had to watch his back. One of Hwoarang's buddies in the Korean Army had
apparently blabbed about Hwoarang's plans for the tournament, so they were sure
to be here by now. He knew he couldn't go to the nearest airport, that would be too risky. He would have to locate
another
one.
He began his way back to the motel where he had been staying as he cursed over
his loss in the tournament again and again. Sure, he had made it to the finals,
but he hadn't even gotten to fight against Jin Kazama, he had lost to that
whoever the hell that damned Violet was. If he just had of beaten him, he would
have gotten to face Jin instead. Hwoarang had still stuck around long enough to
find out the outcome of their fight, of course Jin would have to win. This made
Hwoarang feel even
worse…
Something troubled him though. On the top of the charts after this fight, were
Jin, Heihachi, and some other guy that had never given his name. The thing
was, he still didn't know the final outcome of the
tournament. He had even heard rumours that Jin never made it to the final
matches and that this anonymous guy had won by Jin's default. This bothered
Hwoarang. He didn't want it too, but it did. Jin wouldn't have just dropped out.
What if his grandfather had done something to him, he heard that he had tried to
kill Jin after he won the last tournament, but why? What if Jin was already
dead?
No, Hwoarang didn't want to think about this, he shouldn't be. He kept telling
himself over and over that he didn't give a damn, but he knew it was a lie. What
was it about Jin Kazama? Why would Hwoarang even care about what happened to
him? He honestly didn't know, but he did care, he did give a
damn…
Hwoarang decided he would take the subway back to the other side of the city.
Then, he would gather his things, get on his Harley, and figure out where to go
from there. It was already after two in the mourning, so he figured there
wouldn't be that many people, if any, there. Especially on a
Sunday. He would probably have felt safer if he wasn't wearing something
that had his name right on the back of it, but there wasn't much he could do
about that until he reached the
motel.
As he walked down the stairs to the station, it appeared that he was right and
there wasn't really anyone there besides the ticket salesman. "Shit," He cursed.
He had apparently just missed the subway he was supposed to take. He then walked
over to the ticket salesman.
"How long til' the next one?" Hwoarang
asked.
"At least an hour and a half," The salesman replied before giving him a
rather odd look of
suspicion.
Hwoarang just ignored this and decided he had nothing better to do, so he would
go head and wait. He bought the ticket before walking over to the other side of
the station where the restrooms were. As he walked in, he cursed himself yet
again for running so low on cash.
Once he was done, he strode over to exit and walked out to a rather
unpleasant surprise…
There stood at least six officers plus two generals from the Korean
Army.
"Lieutenant!" The lead general spat out to him.
Hwoarang recognised this guy from back home. God how they hated each
other…
"So, it only took you three months, I'm really impressed!" Hwoarang
replied in a rather sarcastic, rude tone of voice.
The general just glared at him as he raised his hand signalling the other
troops to raise their guns.
"Give yourself up soldier!"
"Never!"