Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Tekken or any of its characters.

The events in this tale occur somewhere in the time frame of Tekken 6 Bloodline Rebellion, but do not strictly adhere to its storyline (It's a fanfic, after all). I made a few modifications, such as renaming Mishima Zaibatsu to Kazama Zaibatsu; I felt that Jin, even as a bad guy, would be hateful of everything named Mishima and thereby use the Kazama title of Jun's bloodline (He definitely still loves his mother). Also, I decided to be a bit liberal with the characters' fighting styles.

Plot: Jin's already crazy life takes an even madder twist, and chaos and lunacy ensues for everybody else.

TEKKEN: THE AFTERMATH

CHAPTER 1 – LILI AND JIN'S DATE

Jin studied the surroundings. Broken walls, crumbling statues, peeling plaster, dusty floors, weeds everywhere, and no roof, just rotted beams. He assumed that this was once a huge and beautiful mansion in its heyday. Now, it was just a forgotten statistic amid sad infrastructure… and soon to be a duel ground.

The previous night, back at his office, as he studied the schematics of the latest Kazama Zaibatsu tank per request of his military advisors, he received a call directly on his cell phone. The number was indicated as private, but this was nothing surprising- one such call had occurred a week earlier, filled with drunken insults and threats of bodily damage. That was Hwoarang. This time…

"Yes?" Jin asked.

"You and me, by the abandoned Elite Zone, Old Estates area," replied a female voice.

"Who are you? How did you get this number?" Jin queried, irritation building.

"I have my resources, too," the lady responded, sounding as if she was about to giggle. "Nevertheless, it is imperative we meet. Understood?"

Jin could not believe her tone. Did this fool have a clue as to who he was; he who now headed the world's most thriving corporation, and he who was commander-in-chief of the most advanced army on Earth?

"Are you giving me conditions?" Jin questioned. "Do you think I have time for prank calls?"

"I'm no prankster, Jin Kazama."

Jin let out a short, sarcastic laugh. "You know, if my intelligence sources get a fix on you, all I need do is make a call or press a button from any number of miles away…Ever experienced a sniping or an air strike?"

"You could have done that yesterday…if security had alerted you to the fact that you had an intruder in your office when you went out to lunch…Oh, that's right- your intelligence has no intelligence…As for your personnel…What's her name…Nina? Well, she made some impressive effort. Check your office bathroom."

Jin got up, looking out beyond the windows of his skyscraper office, imagining that he was being monitored from a nearby building.

The lady giggled. "Really, take a look. See the crimson smudge by the door handle? That's my lipstick, even though I'm not a fan of the stuff."

Jin walked over to the bathroom door. What was that smear? Was it?…It was! Lipstick!

"See? Told you!" the lady chuckled. "Why don't you take a look inside?"

He did so. What he saw forced his eyes to widen with disbelief.

Lying in the bathtub, arms and legs bound, was Nina, unconscious. But she looked different…Normally, she donned an executive suit, and she looked smart. Now… her hair was frizzed and tinted red; her eyelids were painted violet, cheeks dubbed rose, and her lips were overdone with heavy blue lipstick. Worse enough, there was a baby's bib sticking out of her mouth. A spiked collar adorned her neck, and her upper half was covered in a gothic waistcoat with roughly cut-off sleeves. Beneath that was a rather short tank top that clung tightly to her chest (He had to induce Mental Alertness in order not to be entranced by her knockers). Her lower half was covered in a plaid skirt, long white stockings, and black platforms.

Man she looks horrible…in a hot kind of way, though, Jin mused.

He proceeded to untie Nina, shaking her to wake up.

"What...what happened?" Nina asked drowsily as she opened her eyes and regarded him. Then she made a sudden frown. "That bitch! I'll…"

"Not now," Jin said, standing her up. "Go get yourself cleaned up. Your outfit is ridiculous."

Nina checked herself out, frown growing by the seconds. As Jin headed back to his office, she rushed to the bathroom mirror. Nina screamed just as Jin shut the door behind him.

"Well?" came the caller's voice.

Jin sighed as he sat back down, grabbing a glass tumbler and wine bottle from one of the drawers of his desk. He filled the entire glass.

"Fine, I'll give you credit for breaking into my building. Guess you deserve a meeting after all," he said.

"Thank you for your consideration," said the caller, giggling. "It's a date."

Jin downed the whole glass in one angry gulp.

"By the way," the lady added before hanging up, "we've just had our first kiss. Hee! Hee!"

Jin wondered what she meant. The he saw lipstick around the circumference of the tumbler, where his lips had been.

Rage exploded within. The tumbler shattered in his grip. His teeth nashed.

A few moments later, a winged figure crashed and flew out of the topmost window of the Kazama Zaibatsu headquarters, roaring with fury.

Somewhere near a busy intersection, at a mobile stall, Marshall Law was trying to coax Steve Fox, Paul Phoenix, and Lei Wulong to try a new recipe of hotdogs.

"Come on, just one bite, guys," Law pleaded.

Paul held a hotdog to his mouth, lips quivering with distrust. Steve merely stared at the one on his paper plate. Lei looked away, trying not to show that the smell of the stuff sickened him.

A sudden, powerful gust of wind assaulted them, overturning the stall and knocking down the guys. The food lay scattered all over the ground.

Law stared at the remains of his stall, head in his hands, jaw dropped with shock.

Steve leaned over to Paul and whispered, "At least we have an excuse for takeaway now."

Now

"What happened to your black leather jacket and pants?" asked the female voice from before, coming from somewhere behind one of the ruined statues.

Jin spun, trying to locate her. He was also reminded of why he was currently wearing the blue hooded sweatshirt, blue sports pants, plus red sneakers; his transformation into Devil mode had ripped up his previous clothing, so he had to rush home and change gear. That ticked him off, too.

"Here I am", she said from somewhere close.

He finally saw her approaching from up ahead. She was blonde, with long hair that fell slightly below her shoulders. Her face was young and cute, with blue eyes and a creamy complexion. She wore white gloves, a short one- piece white dress with frills, and white knee-high boots.

"Emilie Rochefort," she introduced herself. "But you can call me Lili."

Jin couldn't believe it. She was the one who set up this meeting? This juvenile fool?

"What do you want?" he asked.

"You."

He rested his hands in his sweatshirt's pockets. He could take it easy now. He had expected someone mature, possibly a military commander or CEO, but this Lili…What a fool she was. She was clearly ignorant of world affairs, and his role in them. He was glad he hadn't called for backup from his heavies; this affair would be quite short and unimportant.

"I'm going home," Jin said, sighing and smiling. "I suggest you do the same and return to your dollhouse."

Lili clenched her fists at her sides as he turned to go. "Wait! I'll fight you if I have to!"

Jin looked at her, amused.

"You think I don't know you? Huh?" Lili cried. "It's you who doesn't know me! I'll repeat: I am Emilie Rochefort, and I'm a go-getter!"

Jin replied: "So how about you go get some dolls. What's your preference, the porcelain or ragdoll variety?"

He even laughed. He actually seemed to be loosening up.

Lili took another step forwards. "You will NOT turn me down!"

"Watch me," Jin said, turning to go away once again.

"You know what?" Lili shouted after him. "I think you're a coward. You're actually afraid to fight a tough-but- pretty girl…and lose. The mighty Jin Kazama is a sissy!"

Jin faced her, wondering why he was even giving her any time when he could have been lounging at a hotel somewhere or duking it out with a punching bag at his gymnasium.

"Tough? Pretty?" he uttered. "Ever met Ling Xiaoyou? Now she's tough, and really pr-"

"Oh?" Lili responded, trying not to shake with rage. Then she smiled and said, "So how come you're checking me out right now?"

"What?"

"Awww, I know you are, Jinny-pooh! I mean, how you can not check out my legs for starters? I saw you!"

That part was true. So what? How many times had he looked at lovely ladies and ignored them? It was no different from reading those magazines featuring Christie Monteiro in a bikini on the covers. Simple reflex, that's all.

"You know, I actually think you like me, even a little bit," Lili continued, hands behind her back, one foot scuffing away playfully at the ground. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have stayed here this long…"

She continued chattering away. Jin merely closed his eyes and dropped his arms at his sides, trying to slip away mentally, trying to forget how he had allowed this crazy girl to waste his time and nearly manipulate him. It almost worked.

In that amount of time he had shut himself off, Lili had come even closer to Jin- so close that her lips were only fractions of millimetres apart from his, and he felt her sweet strawberry breath on his mouth as she whispered this: "You look sooo sexy!"

That was when he snapped.

Jin suddenly moved forward in a short burst, getting down on one knee as he shot out his left punch and retracted it with lightning speed. Lili twirled away just in time, but was not spared from the missed blow's gust of force as it rushed past her midriff and flipped her skirt slightly.

"Ooh, you want a peek?" she squeaked, smiling slyly.

Jin almost cursed. That blow was one of his sure win techniques; it was devastating when it connected. And he missed.

Due to the energy Jin had expended with his attack, he was slow to defend himself when Lili quickly grabbed him, flipped right over his head and behind him, and struck him with her butt. He stumbled and fell flat on his face.

As he rolled over to look at her, she just stood there and waved.

"Like my ass?" she quizzed. "Tight, right?"

He got up and ran to her, letting off a short flying kick, which she ducked. Jin then threw a right hook, followed by a chop with the same hand, then a kick with his left leg, all of which she blocked. He then performed a wide roundhouse, which she dodged as she swept him off his feet with a light tap of her boot against his supporting leg.

Jin crashed onto his back, but quickly flipped back to his feet. He rubbed the back of his head. Honestly, he felt not just a headache building up, but also a hint of dizziness.

"I've got some panadol or aspirin for that," Lili said.

He feigned a fainting motion, prompting her to rush to him. As she closed in, he twirled and let her have it with a roundhouse that cut deep into her ribs, sending her flying backwards. She hit the floor with her shoulders, sending up clouds of dust.

As Jin followed her, he unleashed his heavy axe kick. However, it merely smashed the ageing concrete as Lili had quickly recovered and rolled away. Again, he was slow to react when she lunged at him with a punch to his face. Jin staggered backwards, head thrown back. His hood fell back.

"Awww, such a handsome face!" she teased. "Why hide it?"

The dust that rose was a lot more than one could have expected from a fight. Then again, the fighters were far from ordinary. At this point, Jin was struggling to see through it.

Lili abruptly appeared before him. He was fast this time, grabbing her and throwing her over with a hip toss. As she hit the floor, he plunged his right fist at her. Again, she rolled away, witnessing his fist plow into the floor with a force so massive that it pumped up chunks and pieces of cement.

For a moment, Lili looked unsure of herself, afraid of what this beast of a martial artist could do. Jin found that satisfying as he walked towards her slowly, watching her back away until she stopped in front of a disfigured statue.

Was that a statue of Heihachi? Anyway, he didn't care.

He moved backwards as he executed another type of Mental Alertness. Lili moved towards him, obviously thinking he was about to perform a slow move. He took off like a rocket with a very sudden flying kick. Lili dropped low just in time, watching as he missed and struck the statue.

There was a deafening cracking sound, followed by the monument's demise as it exploded into uncountable fragments. Jin was too late to see the statue's liberated head come hurtling down to him. Its head cracked in two against his skull, and he dropped to one knee, grunting as he held his head.

Now he really felt dazed. Still, he couldn't lose, not like this, not to her.

Must transform, he thought frantically. Got to transform into…Devil mode…

But he was fading.

He felt Lili's hands holding his face. She was smiling fondly.

"Jin," she said softly.

Then she unleashed her back somersault kick into his head.

The rest happened like slow motion. As Jin lifted off the ground, he saw past the rotting beams of the ruins. He saw the sky and clouds. He saw a giant passenger plane far off, unaware that Ling Xiaoyou was on it, drinking tea and chatting with Asuka. He saw birds fly by across the glare of the sun. Then he saw the upside down floor rush to meet him.

SLAM! He was out cold.

Lili let out a great whoosh of relief from her lungs. She stood beside Jin, grinning as she produced her cell phone.

"Sebastian, bring in the limo. We're having a guest tonight."

Later

Jin lay motionless on Lili's giant bed. Lili stood before him, surveying his physique. He was huge and very well built, that was for sure. He was cute, too. She especially loved the way those strands of hair fell over his forehead and eyes.

In one hand, she held a small bowl of fresh water with a cloth floating in it. It was meant for the streak of blood that had now dried across a portion of his forehead.

"Ooh, really sorry about that," she said tenderly, and proceeded to wring the cloth before applying it to his forehead, lovingly cleaning the blood away.

When she was done, Lili took another look at Jin's body. She grinned.

Next, she carefully and slowly sat astride his torso, having taken off her boots. She got hold of his sweatshirt's zipper and pulled it down to reveal his hardened abs and powerful chest. This delighted her.

Lili then began caressing his upper body with her palm, running her fingers delicately across his skin here and there. She lay her head down on his chest for a moment, then brought her lips to his forehead, kissing him once for what could have been at least ten seconds. After that, she licked her lips and planted them on his once, twice, three times…Each instance was longer than the previous one.

She kissed his mouth, his cheeks, his eyelids, his neck. She did it with possessiveness, but also with genuine passion, the kind emanating from a girl who had wanted something that had until now been elusive.

And that was how the night progressed.

"I love you, Jin," Lili said when she finally fell asleep beside him.

To be continued…