Author's notes: This story is mostly based on the Tekken Anime movie and is set right after Heihachi flew off on a jet plane and the Tekken fighters escaped the island via a submarine. It is also based on Tekken 2 endings of specific characters, as well as a few opening sequences from Tekken Tag Tournament. This fanfic is in Kazuya Mishima's point of view. It is also a sort of version 2 of my first fanfic, "As Purity Lay in the Arms of Evil". Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: Kazuya Mishima, Jun Kazama, and all Tekken characters are the property of NAMCO. This is only a fan fiction from the imagination of an obsessed fan. No copyright infringement intended.
Prologue:
"Let go of me you bastards! I'm fine! I can take care of myself! HEY! Are you deaf as well as stupid!!? I said I'm okay!" I struggled to get free from the two huge orderlies who were trying to tie me down the gurney. Sure I had some gashes and bruises, but these were mere scratches compared to what I had before! I survived a fatal fall as a child. I didn't even get help back then but now they're all acting as if I could die from these minor injuries!
"Mr. Mishima, you broke a quite few ribs and who knows what else," a bald doctor informed. "We need to have a more thorough examination plus, you might need some stitches."
"Stitches nothing! You see this scar!?" I spat. "This one went all the way to the bone and I didn't even get medical attention but how come I'm still alive?! You doctors think you know how to cure everything!"
"Nurse, get the tranquilizers ready," the doctor called. Tranquilizers, huh? Let's see who gets knocked down first!
I wiggled one of my arms free knocked one orderly out with a single punch while I kicked the other with my leg. I shoved the two screaming nurses away and ran out the door. People looked disapprovingly at me as I rushed past, cursing after I bumped several of them.
I looked behind me and saw that they've called reinforcements. Those twerps weren't even worth my time. I hurried along the hallway towards a staircase. I jumped three steps at a time and before I knew it, I reached the ground floor. I burst through the glass doors and flailed my arms at a taxi. I immediately got in and gave the driver a fist full of cash, ordering him to speed up, or else.
"W-where t-to, sir?" he stammered, hitting the gas pedal hard and sent the vehicle flying through the intersection.
"Bayside hotel! And be quick about it!" I barked and turned to look back at the already distant hospital. Satisfied that I had escaped, I eased my head back and stared off into space, my thoughts wallowing in so much turmoil from the events of the last Iron Fist Tournament...
Chapter I