An Alternate Life
A/N: For the umpteenth time, I don't own Tekken.
I know what I wrote was wishful thinking, but I
still enjoyed writing it. Once again people, I'll
ask you to be nice and REVIEW.
A New Birth
Winter, one year after KOIF2
Kazuya sighed, reaching out to his bedridden wife and tucking away a few damp, stray strands of her raven hair. The worst was over, he had been told; she would be up and about in no time. History would not repeat itself; his beloved Jun would not die from any complications of childbirth.
This was America, he reminded himself, the Land of Opportunity where marvels and miracles were commonplace, where anyone could afford to start anew, even after being expelled from their homeland and disowned by their family. It had not been difficult for Kazuya Mishima to turn over a fresh leaf, not for someone of his calibur, whose reputation preceded him. A mere one year in America had seen the uprooted Mishimas blending into the upper-middle class American society, although they still upholded their own customs, and kept well to themselves. And now, there were two unexpected additions to the tiny Mishima family...
A loud cry startled Kazuya from the depth of his thoughts. Jun was sitting up in bed, attempting to pacify the two precious infants she and Kazuya had jointly created. They were fraternal twins: a boy who whimpered quietly while his sister practically pierced their eardrums with her screams. Jun smiled up at Kazuya, who was looking at his wailing daughter with apparent distaste." Hold them, will you?" And Kazuya found himself handling two squirming infants. " Hush, you loud mouthed thing," was the first thing he whispered to his newborn daughter, out of sheer irritation. Much to his surprise, she instantly ceased screaming and flailing her tiny fists at him. She and her twin both looked up at their father, their dark eyes round with curiosity at this being who was different from their mother, yet strangely familiar to them. Kazuya held their innocent gaze, smoothed their tufts of dark hair and ran a finger along their soft, delicate skin. A slow, reluctant smile softened his grim features.
" They are so tiny," he finally conceded with barely suppressed awe.
" The doctors say that twins are smaller than single births. What should we call them?"
Kazuya looked at each of his children in turn. His son's gaze intrigued him. There was something there: a great wisdom, ancient and uncorrupted ; a wisdom that reminded him, with a sudden jolt of nostalgia, of his late grandfather Jinpachi Mishima, who had in his time, bestowed endless acts of kindness on his only grandson. "Jin," Kazuya said slowly, before riveting his gaze to his daughter. He recalled how she had been flailing her fists at him, like a caged bird longing to soar in freedom. "-and Asuka," he finished.
His children remained still, a warm bundle against his heart. Their warmth was beginning to seep through him, so that his icy exterior completely thawed, and a great tsunami of emotion came crashing down on him: love and joy, equally mingled with protectiveness and fear.
A/N: End of first chapter! I tried to keep it short ...