Hi there! This is my first Tekken fanfiction. I hope you like it!
NOTE: This takes place after Tekken 6.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tekken.
Summary: Amnesia, a strange dragon-like mark, and a ticket to a famous tournament. Aideen Miles decides to go on the adventure of a lifetime in order to find her past. Along the way, she promises to realize the dreams of each fighter she defeats…
Tournament of Dreams
Chapter 1
Aideen Miles
What…had happened? Everything…everything burned. She felt wet in some places. It was hard to see at first because her vision was blurry, but the wet areas were red. Blood. She reached up to cover the bleeding areas, but she was overcome with an excruciating amount of pain. It felt like her entire body was on fire.
She just sat there for the longest time, drifting in and out of consciousness, and waiting for the pain to subside. She had been out cold several times before she gathered the strength to stand up.
Her body no longer burned like fire, but it ached like hell. She was in some sort of cavern. In front of her was a huge mound of rubble and dust. It looked like the ruined remains of a statue of some sort. The only pathway was back, so she took it. The air smelled of burnt metal and smoke.
It felt like it took an eternity to get out of the cavern and into daylight, and it felt like it had been even longer since she had eaten. Before she even had a chance to take in her surroundings, her vision blurred and she blacked out.
(…)
She ran as fast as she could. She had to stop him no matter what. It didn't matter why he was here; he was here to do evil…that's all that a Michima can do after all…
(…)
"So what do you make of her?"
"She was coated in blood, and according to the tests its her own, but she has no wounds…and her physique…"
"What about it?"
"Its better than that of an Olympic athlete…and her muscles…its almost like they started tearing through themselves all of a sudden—it's a miracle she even managed to survive the sheer pain."
"Will she be alright?"
"We've given her treatment that should take care of the aches and pains that would follow the aftermath. There's just the mark on her—oh God I think she's waking up!"
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw a man in a white coat holding a clipboard, and another dark-skinned muscular Asian man with a pony-tail and tie. He looked down at her sympathetically.
"Hey there kid…I'm detective Lei Wulong. You OK?" He asked, his voice very gentle, but with the oddest hint of seriousness.
She nodded, but there was something eating away at her—something she wanted to ask really badly…she just couldn't find the right words.
"Um…mister…who am I?" She asked.
The man rubbed his forehead and the doctor looked at her sympathetically.
"That's what I'd like to find out," he said.
Tears streamed from her face.
The next few hours were an emotional roller coaster. Lei would ask her questions and his responses and facial expressions would make her feel hopeful, then sad, then excited, then interested, all ending in downright depression. In the end she didn't have a clue what to do.
After he left she began going backwards through her memory in the hopes of finding something. The better memories were of her leaving the cave—and even those were a blur. The clearest memory was that of Lei and the doctor talking while she was half-unconscious. Their conversation started with her not having any wounds and ended with something about a mark.
She looked down at her right arm, suddenly. The arm was bandaged, but the doctor said that she had no wounds. She reached down slowly and grabbed a loose piece of gauze.
BOOM!
She must have been thrust up at least a foot from the explosion. Her ears rang, screams echoed from outside of her room, and some one screamed two words that sent chills down her spine: "Michima Zaibatsu!"
For a reason she didn't know, that word filled her with rage so great, her stomach churned. She got up and was halfway to the door when Lei burst through. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out.
"We have to get out of here! There's a Michima Zaibatsu raid going on," he said as they weaved through groups of panicked patients. "And I thought it was bad when Jin was in charge…" he muttered.
"What's the Michima Zaibatsu?" She asked, dumbfounded.
Lei looked at her for an instant, amazed. But he shook his head and regained his composure. "I forgot you had amnesia for a minute there," he began.
On their way out, Lei told her a heart wrenching story of tragedy, hatred, death, and betrayal that began with a man named Heihachi Mishima, that thought his five-year-old son was weak so he threw him off a cliff. The boy was Kazuya, and he would climb back up and one day defeat his father, throw him off the same cliff, and take over his father's company. Unbeknown to him, Heihachi had survived. He would father a son with a woman named Jun, and she would vanish in a strange accident. Heihachi would manage to take over again, and Jin would come to him. Jin would become strong, and manage to defeat both his father and grandfather, taking over the Michima Company.
But Jin would also be overtaken by the same greed his predecessors had fallen victim to. Jin would militarize the Michima Company and begin taking over small nations. But his father, Kazuya, would defeat him, and come into power once more. Kazuya turned out to be worse than Jin, ramping up the attacks on civilian areas and even attacking larger nations.
She took note on the fact that all of this seemed to revolve around a tournament, known as "King of the Iron Fists."
They were almost to the exit when the building began to shake. What came next was a blur of screaming, yelling, shaking, crashing, pushing, all topped off with another explosion and a flash of light.
When she came to, she was surrounded by rubble. A small radius around her was left unaffected, as if by miracle. The realization hit her as suddenly as a heart attack in a healthy child.
A bomb…!
She looked around desperately. Where was Detective Wulong? Was he alright? She began digging through the rubble frantically. Lei was the only person that she knew. He couldn't be gone! She would be alone without him!
A cough came from a mound of smoking rubble behind her. She ran as fast as she could and began digging frantically. At last, a man with a pony-tail popped out coughing wildly. "Detective Wulong! Thank goodness you're—" Something soft, cold, and wet grazed her foot.
Lei tried to stop her, but it was too late. There was a bloodied hand sticking out of the rubble…and it was cold. She fell to her knees, her stomach churning. Lei tried to comfort her as she gagged.
"Hands in the air!"
Lei looked at the man carrying a machine gun with disgust; a member of the Michima Zaibatsu. He raised his hands hesitantly. Although she had managed to stop gagging, the girl was on her knees, holding her head.
"You too!" He bellowed.
She didn't hear him. Faces and words flashed in her head:
Jin.
Michima.
Ruins.
Spirit.
Kazuya.
Stop.
Fight…
"I said, hands in the air!"
She stood up, and put her hands up as well. But she reached the bandage with one arm, and pulled at it, revealing a dragon-shaped burn. Without warning, she ran forward and delivered a swift blow to the soldier's gut, knocking the wind out of him, and sending him to his knees.
As suddenly as she attacked more Mishima soldiers appeared she leapt forward and began dispatching them as quickly as they appeared. One foolishly shot at her, but she simply leapt into the air and kicked him so hard that his helmet cracked.
Another ran forward with an army knife. She gave him a moment to build up his momentum, and just as he stabbed, she bent back and kicked up, sending him flying into the air, and landing somewhere out of sight.
Soldier after soldier came at her, and she dispatched them one after another with superhuman strength and agility. They were nothing. After about a half an hour, there was a large pile of Michima Zaibatsu soldiers on the ground around her, either groaning, or out cold completely. Aside from these few groans and the crackle of burning building, it was totally silent.
Clapping and footsteps boldly broke through the silence. An enormously muscular man in a white suit came towards her, clapping, and chuckling slightly. He stopped. "Impressive," he said.
His word—despite being of praise—sent chills down her spine. This man, with one red glowing eye, had an aura to him. He seemed to be the embodiment of everything that was wrong in the world.
Lei breathed a two astonished words from behind her. "K-Kazuya Michima…!"
She looked back at him for an instant, amazed. This was the man that was at the center of the beginning of the Michima tragedy? It was hard to believe he was really there. She quickly turned her gaze back to Kazuya. True; she was sympathetic to the man that was nearly killed by his own father at the age of five, but that didn't change all the evil that he had done.
"I'll give you something special." Kazuya tossed a card at her like a throwing knife. She grabbed it, just an inch away from her face. The card was embroidered with images of chains around the edges of the otherwise black card, and a silver lion—what Lei had described as the logo for the Michima Zaibatsu. On the bottom was an astonishing number: $10,000,000,000,000. On the stop was a word followed by a smaller, yet somehow just as striking, number: "Tekken 7."
"Welcome to King of Iron Fists Tournament Seven." Kazuya walked off.
(…)
"I don't think you should do this. The Michimas have used the tournament to lure out people they think are threats umpteen times already!"
"I don't care."
Lei sighed. "I would've given you the clothes that you were wearing before, but they were sort of either ripped to shreds or drenched in so much blood that the hospital personnel couldn't get them out." She chuckled; she was in a long dress that was meant to be a shirt on very muscular men.
In the aftermath of the attack, she had learned a lot about the tournament, and how even the contestants that were eliminated early often earned instant fame. She had set goals for herself: win the tournament, stop Kazuya, and find her family.
"If the publicity I get from the tournament alone won't be enough, I'll be able to hire a bunch of private investigators to help find out anything about my past—if there's anything to be found that is," she said.
"And what if there isn't?" Lei couldn't help asking, but he quickly regretted the statement.
"Then I'll make my own past and decide my own future," she said confidently.
Lei smiled and walked up to her. "This probably won't be our last meeting, you know." Lei pulled a necklace out from under his shirt. Her heart leapt. At the end of the necklace was a card identical to the one that Kazuya had given her.
"Y-you—" she stammered.
"I've been a regular in the tournament for a while now." She just gaped at his entry card. "But before we leave, let me leave you with one thing. To enter the tournament you at least need an alias. When I saw you fighting, I though of the perfect one."
She waited as Lei took a deep breath. "Aideen Miles. It means flaming warrior in Latin. Seeing you fight amidst the flaming rubble like that—and the dragon mark—I think it really fits you. Oh and before you leave—" Lei threw her a small red box. "Use that to stay in touch with me."
She—Aideen—nodded, and began her journey.