Never before has color been such a horrific visual.
She was the first person to show him that color wasn't just some distraction from maintaining power.
Color meant beauty.
Color meant life.
But now..
All he could see was washes of scarlet red, empty shades of white, and dashes of pale blue that darted past him in a frenzy.
He blacked out.
He could handle bears and sparring matches for days on end, but what he couldn't take was helplessness. After all, he was the one who wanted this one damned wish to become true, and now that it's happening, over twenty-four hours of labor meant pain and suffering for his wife.
His eyes refused to open, though meanwhile his ears were assaulted with hollowed breathing and frantic commands barked by men and women alike.
However, one voice amidst all the chaos spoke out to him in a gurgled cry. That voice alone, that little voice that spoke no true language, was possibly the most beautiful thing he ever heard in his life.
He forced his eyes open again.
Those scarlet red washes became bullets that killed off the white and blue.
With bundle of cloth was quickly placed in his arms, he was ushered from the pandemonium. He finally looked down and saw a crying little baby boy. A boy! He was a handsome little devil; with almond eyes and dark hair that seemed to swirl to a little point near the back of his head.
He will be a typical Mishima. He's already putting up a fuss. His lungs are strong enough for battle cries and his limbs will crush the bones of all opposers. He is perfect. It would only be right to name him...
Kazuya.
A homage to the woman that brought him here.
Kazume and Father will be so proud when they see him--
What? An emergency? Why? How?
The child is here. Kazume isn't screaming anymore. What could possibly be wrong?
He had to see her.
Then he saw the sheets cascading over her body. Over her face. Over her life.
This..curse. This..parasite! He should have known that something like this would happen.
This demon spent nine months in his wife's womb only to kill her!
This..thing will pay for taking Kazume away.
The world became grey again.
a/n: my return to after they deleted my story.
hopefully I won't give up on this too. please read and review. Or I won't make no more. Really.
oh yeah..
Disclaimer: I do not remotely own the rights of Tekken, nor its characters. Damn it. If Kazuya were mine, I'd...well. Nevermind. I just don't own Tekken.