Broken

By BahamutZERO

Chapter 1

Kazuya stepped forward and eyed the old man from behind. This man was one of the reasons Kazuya had made it this far. Now, with the grey rocky crag slowly collapsing, Kazuya alerted the man to his presence with a slight tap of his foot.

Heihachi turned around, his face completely devoid of emotion. No surprise, anger, or hate. Nothing.

Kazuya, on the other hand, was not particularly happy at the moment.

"So you've finally come," Heihachi said. "It looks like you've managed to squirm your way past the finals."

"Shut up," Kazuya spat. "The only reason you're here is to reclaim your precious Zaibatsu. You don't even know who's behind this tournament!"

"What's your point, Kazuya? I intend to put an end to this foolishness once and for all. And when I do, you're next."

"Did you ever stop and consider the whereabouts of what you had locked underneath Honmaru?"

Heihachi was about to fire back but he stopped himself and considered the question. It couldn't be...

Heihachi smirked. "Are you saying that Father has risen from the ashes and taken control of the Zaibatsu? Don't make me laugh!"

"Maybe it's not as absurd as you think," Kazuya said coldly. "After all, Jinpachi Mishima is a powerful man. You of all people should that he won't die easily."

Then, Kazuya spotted him. Jin. He was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. His wings were sprawled outward, a twisted mass. Heihachi noticed Kazuya staring and started laughing.

"Oh yes, Jin was interfering. I had to take care of him," Heihachi said coolly. The younger Mishima did not respond immediately. He glanced again and noticed Jin's third eye still pulsing. He was still alive.

"In any case," Kazuya replied, "I hope you've saved your energy and honed your skills. You're going to need them."

"I say the same to you, Kazuya. But this time, there will be no mistakes. Allow me to remind you that it was I who made you what you are..."

Kazuya lifted his opponent in the air with an uppercut and then followed up with a heel drop, smashing his foot down on the fighter and sending him tumbling to the padded floor. When he did not move, the judges applauded the young Mishima. Kazuya smirked. This was so easy.

Heihachi looked on with satisfaction. No doubt, Kazuya was becoming a powerful fighter. Although this was nothing more than a local martial arts tournament, he knew that Kazuya could very well hold his own at the national level. These local fighters stood no match against Kazuya's perfect technique and raw physical power. Heihachi believed that Mishima Style Karate was the perfect fighting form and was proud to have Kazuya so adept at it.

Heihachi also knew that he himself was the master. No matter how powerful Kazuya would become, he could never be King of the Iron Fist. In a few years, Heihachi planned to have Kazuya participate in this tournament.

"Kazuya will go far," Heihachi thought. "But he can never defeat me."

Kazuya laughed at his father.

"That was more than twenty years ago," Kazuya chuckled. "I've grown much more powerful since then. Surely, while watching me fight in this tournament, you have seen me use several techniques of my own invention. You are the one who does not stand a chance."

"Likewise," Heihachi shot back. "I have not taught you everything I know. You still have your work cut out for you."

"Enough talk. This ends now."

The two fighters slid into their ready poses. Kazuya burned with anger, burned with the desire to kill this old man. Heihachi was a constant nuisance and source of all his sorrows. Kazuya only came here to rescue Jin. Even this came about in a strange way.

Kazuya had a dream; a strangely vivid dream in which Jun came to him and told him to rescue their only son. Kazuya never believed his dreams meant anything but it was the first time since her death that Kazuya had dreamed of her. He took it upon himself to fulfill this request. That, and the fact that Jinpachi was apparently the head of this tournament, meant that there would be family reunion.

However, one person would be exempt from the reunion. Kazuya stepped forward with an uppercut with blinding speed, launching Heihachi into the air. The older Mishima hit the ground hard and cursed for not seeing that opening blow. Kazuya raised his leg and prepared to deliver an axe kick. Heihachi crouched low and swept his leg around, knocking Kazuya flat on his back. Kazuya quickly rolled away as Heihachi attempted to stomp him into the ground. The two of them got up and began circling each other.

Kazuya looked carefully, trying to fight a weak spot in father's guard. Heihachi's right hand slipped a little lower. There. Again, Kazuya pressed the attack with a swift barrage of punches, ending with a spinning backfist. However, Kazuya was mistaken and Heihachi was able to deflect the punches. He retaliated with a hammer punch and then followed up by thrusting his right palm forward. The second blow was blocked, but Kazuya staggered back a couple of steps just from the sheer force. Heihachi rushed forward with another palm strike, however, Kazuya was in anticipation of such an attack. He let Heihachi's palm slide past him and then grabbed the limb and held it in place while Kazuya raised his right leg and swept it over his father's head.

The kick hit hard but Kazuya continued by sweeping back over in the other direction. Heihachi was flung to the ground, a dull ache now rooting itself in his head. This was going to be a long fight.


Anna Williams sat quietly in the tea shop. She had called Nina earlier and asked to meet her here. Right now, the two sisters were on speaking terms; that is, they didn't try to kill each other when they met. Now, with Nina running late, Anna was starting to think of how many ways she could snap her sister's neck.

Just when Anna thought about her overhead triangle lock, the door opened and a purple devil walked in. Nina, dressed in a skin tight outfit, casually entered and took a sat across from Anna.

"Well it's about time, my tea's cold," Anna said. As usual, the response came in the form of a rolling of the eyes. Nina ordered her own tea from the waiter and the addressed her sister, "So what's the occasion for our meeting, sister dear?"

Anna stared blankly into her nearly empty cup. "I was thinking, lately," she began.

Nina interrupted with a scoff. "Oh, no," she said. Nina readied herself for a retaliatory "Shut up, you bitch!" or some other such profane insult, but she only saw Anna staring into her cup. She seemed strangely... depressed.

"My life sucks," Anna pouted. "I mean, I'm out of a job, and I know that I've made enough money to sort of retire, but I miss the danger and all. For some reason, no one's hiring me. I keep contacting the mercenary agencies and they never call me back."

"Well, maybe they're just busy. Or maybe they just don't have anyone to do in at the moment. I don't know. God, Anna, you sound a like a child who's not getting her way."

"Easy for you to say," Anna muttered. "You're the one who's getting contracts left and right. What agency are you working for, anyway?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

Anna slumped back into her chair. "Fine." Anna hated this. She was beginning to feel like calling Nina out here was a waste of her time.

Nina seemed to sense her sister's discomfort. "Look," she offered. "All I'm saying is that sometimes, life will get you down. But you just have to get up and keep going. Why don't you get a boyfriend or something?"

"What?"

"Okay, okay, that's not what I meant. What I meant was, why not go out and do something. Be sociable. I mean, it seems to me that you just sit around and home and skulk in the corner."

"Go out? Find a guy? Let's not even get started on my sex life," Anna said. "I haven't been laid in at least six months."

"Alright, that's it," Nina said, standing up. "I didn't come out here to listen to you whining about your problems. If you want to fix them, then fix them. Just leave me out of it, okay? God..."

With that, Nina left. However, as she looked back Anna, slumped even lower in her chair, she felt a small pang of guilt and little sympathy. Just a little.