Author's Note:

I had this idea for a fic for awhile before I finally had the courage to actually write it out. With Lei's return in Tekken 7, thought it'd be a good time to write this fic. This is supposed to be like my idea for how Lei came to be the Super Cop that he is. This was supposed to be like a lore-tie-in for how I write Lei. I figured, why not? It could be entertaining. I also put a mature rating due to the graphic depictions of people's deaths and other things. But anyway, enjoy! I hope to finish this fic up.

Chapter 1

It was raining outside, as the sound of the rain splashing on the tin-roof were heard. Inside this warehouse, two men, sweating, and injured, and tired, panted as they squared off. The older man with a huge scar on his chin smiled as he looked to the younger man.

"You're just like your father… Don't know when to quit!" He approaches the younger man, who was on his knees, trying to recover from the injury that he had just received prior.

The younger man's long hair was matted and wet from the sweat. The older man held a gun straight at his forehead, the cold, steel made contact with his face. "Tell Zhao-Feng that Big Chin Mao sends his regards!"

The young man closed his eyes, as he heard the clicking sound of the safety being set off. His life soon flashes right before his eyes.

Shanghai, China 1973…

It was a nice warm spring. The snow stopped as the grass was growing again. A small boy with his long black hair done up in a braid, sat down in his room, playing with his toys. His mother and brother were both out, and since his dad was going to be home soon, his mother didn't bother taking him with her. After all, Little Wulong was very hyperactive. However, his father soon approached him, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Huh? You're home... all by yourself?" The father asks Wulong.

Wulong, smiled. "Yes, Mama and Wuzhang both said you would be here."

The brown-haired man sighed. "Well, I was planning on taking the whole family out to movie night, but I guess you'll do."

"Yay!"

Wulong got in the car with his dad, as the two talked about his case. "Well, before I press charges, I was hoping to see everyone, but it seems that I'm just stuck with you."

"So what are we going to do?"

"We're gonna see a movie together! But it will be our little secret. Don't tell mom."

Wulong smiled as he zipped his lips up and threw away the key.

Wulong and his father made it to the theater and went to go see The Strongest Man in the world. The two watched the movie, shared a popcorn and finally once they were done, Wulong's father decided to head out to the car. He went to the payphone booth and called the house. He spoke to his wife, nodding as Wulong watched with his curious little eyes. Finally, his dad got off the phone.

"Mom's on her way to go get Wuzhang. What do you say, you and I get some candy?"

Wulong nods, smiling.

"Good. Here, go buy us something good! I'll pull the car around."

Wulong then ran back into the theater and purchased two Payday candy bar for himself and his dad. He meets his dad and hands him the candy bar. However, it wasn't before long that as Wulong looked at his father, his head appeared to have exploded with red stuff coming out, along with a few chunks of pinkish-red guts flying all over the place. Zhao-Fang fell forward, landing on the sidewalk, as his eyes were closed. It was as if he was trying to sleep. Wulong saw red stuff gushed out of his father's head, running down his neck. Wulong kept poking his dad in the cheeks, shaking him, thinking he'll wake up.

"Baba! Wake up! Baba! C'mon! Baba!" Someone pushed Wulong away, as the paramedics came in and checked his pulse. They load the long-haired Chinese man onto the stretcher, as Wulong helplessly watched his dad get taken away. The police came in and put Wulong in the back of the cruiser as Wulong kept reaching out for his dad. However, Wulong witnessed a pair of ruffians steal his father's car.

This was the first time that Little Wulong has learned about death and dying. And he had first-hand experience. It was unfortunate that he witnessed his father dying. Minghua had explained to her son that his Father was dead and he was never coming back and they had to prepare the funeral. Wulong heard that his dad was going to Northern China to be buried next to his parents and ancestors, so they had to get ready.

Wuzhang still had to go to school. As Wulong sat down in his room, trying to come to terms with the fact that his dad was never going to wake up, and that the bad people that he stopped hurt him. Wulong wondered if the bad people were going to hurt him, too. He also wondered about the ruffians who stole his dad's cruiser.

However, Wulong noticed that his mom was taking awfully long in the bathtub. As he approached the bathroom, he noticed some sort of yeast-smell.

"Mama! Mama! Are you okay? Mama?"

No response.

"Mama! I'm going to come in the bathroom now!"

Wulong immediately barged into the bathroom to see his mother slumped over in a pool of the same red liquid that his father squirted. Her skin was waxy and pale, as her eyes were glassy. Wulong poked her and noticed that she felt ice cold and she was stiff. Wulong knew right then that his mother had died.

"MAMA! DON'T DIE! PLEASE! DON'T JOIN BABA! PLEASE! MAMAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

It was raining as Wulong and his brother were both at the funeral. It was a real tragedy as Wulong overheard the adults talking about what to do with the kids.

"Elder Brother Wuzhang, what's going to happen to us now?" Wulong asked his brother.

"I don't know anymore."

"The grown-ups are talking about taking me to an orphanage!"

Wuzhang heard whispers about what to do with him, but everyone is insistent on putting his tiny brother in to an orphanage. But Wuzhang was too old to be adopted, and that would mean the two would be separated.

"What does that mean?"

"We're orphans now. We don't have parents."

"Yes we do! We have Father and Mother."

"No, I mean they cannot care for us anymore."

"Because they went to sleep forever?"

"No, the proper term is that they are dead. Dead. Little Wulong… do you not understand… our parents are dead! They cannot take care of us or look after us. What the grown-ups are talking about is taking you to a home where other kids like us whose parents all died are taken care of, while another family comes along and adopts you and puts them into their family."

"So… Strangers take care of me? What about you?"

"Nobody wants to adopt a teenager." Wuzhang sighed.

"But… We'll be separated!"

"We won't. I will be sure of it."

As the caskets were placed underground, Wulong actually shed several tears. He finally realized that his parents were gone forever. No more playground games. No more Kung Fu training. And no more playing with the ducks. His parents were dead. And gone. Forever. And so was their home.

Wuzhang held his brother as he cried. As the two brothers cried, a young albino girl in a white Qipao appeared. She had heterochromia with her left eye being red and her right eye being green. She was pale and had white hair.

"I'm sorry about your parents." She said. "My Mother died, too."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Lana." The girl smiled.

"Well, I'm Wuzhang and this my very small brother Wulong!"

"I know. It was a tragedy wasn't it? Your father murdered by an assassin in cold blood… and your mother so depressed and distraught over this decides to slit her wrists. She literally could not live without the love of her life. It is both tragic and beautiful."

Wuzhang flinched at the small girl's description of their parents' deaths. Her appearance as a creepy little girl made her words even more unsettling.

"Um… yes… who are you? How do you know_"

"Lana! It is forbidden to talk badly about the dead!"

Wuzhang saw a man who resembled his father except his hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was going to ask the man who he is, but he dragged Lana away.

"See you later, Wulong and Wuzhang!"

Spring of 1975…

It has been two years since the funeral. To Wulong, it still seemed like it was only yesterday that his parents both died in his very eyes. He did his usual routine, and sat in a corner alone, crying. He earned the nickname, "Crybaby Wulong" since he cried all the time. He was a very disobedient and wild child. Always getting into fights with the bigger kids, and just disobeying the adults. Wulong generally had a bad attitude about everything.

"Look at him! Crybaby Wulong! He's at it again!" One of the bigger kids taunted and pointed.

"Well, he lost his two parents!" A girl said, defending the crying boy.

"I lost my parents, too, and I ain't a crybaby about it!"

The big kid then approached the child, laughing at him. "Aww… crybaby crybaby… won't you cry for me?"

Wulong stood up. "Go away!"

"Awww…. What's the matter? Crybaby wanna cry more?"

"Leave me alone!"

Wulong then threw in a sucker-punch at the bully's nose. The girl screamed, and then the boy quickly sent in an awkward kick to the bully's testicles.

Eventually the headmaster interfered, grabbing the two boys into her office.

"Wulong! Qiang! What is wrong with you two? That's the third time you got into a fight!"

"Qiang called me a crybaby!" Wulong shouted.

"Wulong punched me in the nose!" The bully said, as he had a tissue to his bleeding nose, no thanks to Wulong.

"Enough! Wulong stop crying! Nobody wants to adopt a crybaby!"

Wulong stood up. "Fine, I won't get adopted!"

"Sit down!"

"No!"

"Wulong…"

"Nyeah, nyeah, nyeah! Not listening! You're not my Mama! Because she's dead! Just like my Baba! I don't have parents anymore! Because a bad-man killed them both!"

"You answer to me now!"

Wulong then gave the headmistress the finger, along with sticking his tongue out. He then turns around and leaves the office.

"Wulong, get back here!"

"Make me!"

He quickly runs out of the office and darts through the halls. The woman wasn't even going to bother chasing that wild kid this time. She sighed.

"Qiang, just don't call him a crybaby, okay?"

She was seriously considering sending that child to juvenile detention. But she understood why Wulong behaved the way he did. It's never easy watching your two parents die in front of you. But she never thought that boy understood what had happened. After all, he is the son of China's best detective. Surely, he'd be more… obedient?

Later on that night, Wulong laid in his bed that he shared with several other orphans when he heard a light tap on the window. He looked out and saw his brother. Wulong then quietly opens the window to be let out, as his brother climbed down the building. He followed him to an alley, where Wuzhang had a present for him.

"How was your day, Little Wulong?" The older boy asked his brother.

"I got into a fight." He said.

"I take it you won the fight?"

"Yes, Qiang called me a crybaby, so I bloodied his nose and tore up his 'baby-makers'."

Wuzhang smiled. "You know, he had it coming. I mean, I still cry to this day. Little Wulong, it's okay to cry. Alright." He placed his hand on his younger brother's shoulder.

"Our parents aren't around anymore! I hate the other kids! The food is awful! Mama cooked better food than this! And I want to do some Kung-Fu training, but I am stuck watching Jackie Chan movies and trying to mimic him!"

"Listen, I've got some good news for you. You won't be living there too long. I've got a job, and a home now. I'm about to get married. I wish I could take you with me to the wedding, but I don't have the rights to you."

Wulong nodded. Another reason to hate this dump. They refused to let him see his brother because they wanted Wulong to be adopted by a stable family instead of leaving him with his brother who won't provide him the same stability. They wanted him to get used to not seeing his brother around once he got adopted. But with his brother getting married… things are going to change.

"What happens next?"

"They see that I'm married, I have a good income, and I adopt you into the family."

"Really? You'll adopt me?"

Wuzhang nodded. "Yes, I will. That's what Father wanted. I'm kinda pissed that they didn't honor his will. It clearly said that I was to take care of you! I guess they didn't trust Father's judgement just because I wasn't an adult."

"Ooh! Will I get Kung-Fu training?"

"Yes, Mr. Wang will personally train you once you hit 7, as per Father's request."

"YAY!" The little boy jumped for joy.

"Also, I've got you a present."

Wuzhang set down his knapsack to hand his brother a small box. Wulong looked at it, recognizing the box before opening it. It contained a pair of chopsticks with a design of a dragon on them. He marveled at it.

"This belonged to Baba!"

"Again, this is more of his inheritance stuff that the Chinese kept from us."

"Why?"

"Again, they didn't trust his judgement because we are orphans. However, I am sure that will be changing soon. Once I hit 20, Father's inheritance will go to me. I'll invest in a few houses, and start my business. Then, I should be able to put you through a good school."

"Really? I get to live with you when you get rich?"

"Yes. Because you're family, Little Wulong. Always are and always will be. Remember this, blood is thicker than water."

Those words stuck to Wulong as he was eventually adopted by his brother six months later. He lived a happy life with his brother. Learning Kung-Fu from Master Wang, a long with helping his sister-in-law take care of his nephew, Qin. Wulong wanted to learn Zui Quan, after watching The Drunken Master. He was up to the challenge to learn such a difficult style. Thankfully, he was born naturally flexible and double-jointed. So he was able to perform all the fluid movements of a drunkard. But he still had more training to do. He still has a grudge after all those years. He channeled his rage into his training and excelled. Eventually as time went on, and Wulong made new friends and found a kinship among his students, his anger and rage at his parents demise had calmed.

Summer of 1986…

Now, Wulong was 18 years of age. He worked part-time at his master's dojo, as well as doing construction work for his brother's business on the side as well. Since Wulong was finished with school he was now figuring out what he wanted to do in life. He enjoyed learning and training Kung-Fu. That was his source of happiness in life, but also… his father was a gifted and talented cop. Wulong wondered… if maybe he'd be the same way. Wuzhang insisted that he should be a doctor instead, but Wulong knew in his heart that this isn't what he wanted to do. It also re-opened some old wounds as Wulong wants to find out why his father was murdered. What did he do to piss someone off that badly?

"Just think of all the poor orphans who ended up that way because their parents were murdered! I can help them find closure!" Wulong said to his brother.

"But, you are forgetting that you may be murdered, too."

"So what? I'm not going to just sit there and do nothing!"

"This isn't what Father would have wanted."

"What do you know about what Father wants? As far as I know, I was his favorite!"

Wuzhang frowned at his brother's comment. "You were only four! He had to spend extra time tending to you!"

"But Father said that I needed to follow in the footsteps of the ancestors and serve China!"

"And then die? No, no, no! Our parents didn't die just for you to go and turn around and throw away your life!"

"Says you! I'm not throwing my life away! I'm actually helping people… unlike you."

"I'm selling homes to people!"

"But what about the poor orphans like us? What about the people whose child got murdered?"

Wuzhang didn't have any words to say.

"That's what I thought!" Wulong then turned around, running away as he cried.

Wulong ran up to where Master Wang resided. This man knew his grandfather and personally trained his father, so he knew exactly what his father would have wanted. He knocked on the door as the elder man allowed the teen inside.

"What's wrong, Young Master Lei?"

The boy sat down, sighing. "Look, Wuzhang and I got into a fight. He doesn't want me to be a cop. He says I'm practically throwing my life away and that it wasn't what Father would have wanted. You knew Father, what would he have wanted?"

Wang poured some tea in a cup. "I knew this day would come."

"What?"

"Your brother has been hiding you from your destiny."

"For what reason?"

"He doesn't want you die. There is always that risk when pursuing a career in law enforcement. This is why your Father requested that I train you once you turned 7."

"What? So Father did want me to become a cop?"

Wang nodded. "Yes. He told me that you were to carry out his work. And finish what he started. Here, he left me a letter that I was going to give you once you became of age. But I feel like now is the time."

Wulong waited for a moment as Wang made his way into his quarters before finally returning with an envelope. He handed it to Wulong, as he allowed the young teen to open it up and read it.

Dear Lei Wulong,

It would appear that my time has come to an untimely end. I knew it was my fate, as warriors like us die in battle. My only regret is that I never lived to see what kind of man you will become. Just know, my son, that the road ahead is a long and dangerous one. It is up to you to carve your own path and see it to the end. Wulong, you're going to face a lot of challenges and battles ahead. Just know, don't give up hope. Understand that I lived my life, standing by my convictions. Everything I did was for your sake, Fulong's sake, and your Mother's sake. Now go forth, and unlock your full-potential, my son! Make our ancestors proud!

Love, Lei Zhao-Feng

"He entrusted this letter to me before he left for his mission in Hong-Kong."

"Hong-Kong, huh? So…" Wulong mulled this over in his head. He didn't know too much about his father's investigations. All he knew was that sometimes he'd be gone for weeks at a time or a whole month. And his missions were often quite dangerous in nature.

"I didn't know the details of his investigation in Hong-Kong. What I do know is that not too long after, he met his untimely demise. He knew he was going to die. He wanted to spend the last moments of his life with you."

Wulong nodded. "I see."

He then adopted a thinking posture, looking up as he placed his hand on his chin.

Baba was working on a case in Hong-Kong. He knew he was going to die and wanted to spend the last moments of his life with me. That meant, the man who killed him is in Hong-Kong. But who? Is he even still out there? Where do I even begin?

Wulong finally stood up, bowing to his teacher respectfully. "Master Wang, thanks for everything! I believe I know what I must do now!"