Story Summary: In her heart, she never thought for a moment he was dead, but she's scared now, she's scared that her imagination has dared yet again to hurt her…
Chapter Summary: Jin had to stop Azazel from destroying the world, even if that means it goes against Akira's rules…
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If you steal, be prepared to suffer.
All characters and events in this story are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events that resemble or are in the same way in any stories or fanfictions, are purely coincidental.
Chapter Warnings: Tragedy, death and sadness.
Notes: Inspired when I was listening to Angela Aki's "Kiss Me Goodbye". I came up with lots of ideas, so I decided to come with a multi-chapter story.
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The Mind Hurts
"No regard for family in the quest for power – the curse of the Mishima bloodline."
He had always told her that. The curse that he bared…
…The curse that scarred his left arm…
…The curse that made him transform into something he isn't…a demon…
…The curse that made him cold and distant…
…The curse that made him lose his mind slowly and painfully.
What he says is true.
That is why she was never safe around him, because of them.
His so-called family.
"That's why you're never safe around me. That's why…I have to let you go,"
She was nothing without him. He was the one she could always count on, the one who had a shoulder for her to cry on, the one she would come to if she was scared, the one who taught her how to live.
She wanted him, she needed him, she loved him.
And he loved her.
"I love you enough to let you go, but you have to let me go too,"
She had always known there was something mysterious about him, bad or good, she couldn't work out, nor she really cared.
"You can't do this, Jin! I won't let you!"
But him for do this, to destroy himself and save the world…how?
"As long as you are with me, you're never going to be safe. You, being safe and happy, is all I've ever wanted. I can never give you that."
"If you do this, I will never forgive you!"
That's when he turns towards her. She expects him to be angry, but his face softens as he looks at her, his face formed in a sad frown, like he's sad for her, not sad for him.
"If you don't, it will be the end of everything. What's one life against millions?"
She walks slowly towards him, but he shrinks back slightly, scared. Though, he's not scared of her, he's scared of himself. She reaches out and touches his cheeks lightly and he sees the tears that have building up from the beginning brimming in her eyes, threatening to shed and fall.
"I would rather live with you now, then live on alone,"
The words she's spoken pain him and breaks his heart, and he can feel himself break. Her pain is his pain. All he's ever wanted to do was to protect her, to make her happy, to love her.
It'll never work.
He slapped her hand away, shaking his head, distancing himself from her.
"I have to. Your selfish reasons cannot change my mind."
She knew he would react like that. He was saving her rather than himself.
Rejection was the easiest way.
She would never forgive herself for letting him go like that. She knew she had to, but she never wanted to. She wanted the impossible, for her and Jin to be safe, to be together.
"I'm sorry, but Jin's dead."
Her world seemed dead now, now he had vanished from it. She felt her heart turn to stone, her chest turn hollow. She now longer cared for anything.
She isolated herself from everyone else, her family, her friends, so she could be alone.
Because he would be there when she was alone.
She looked out the window, in the room she always stayed in, in the hotel he always told her to go to, and felt a hand on her shoulder. She didn't turn around as she could clearly see his reflection.
"Are you alright?"
The voice was deep but caring, like his was. It was no doubt it was him, the reflection was unmistakably him, with jet-black hair, tanned skin and chocolate-brown eyes, and the voice was an exact copy.
But it couldn't possibly be him…
The hand on her shoulder slid down her back and rested on her hip before winding around her waist while he spoke.
She could feel the tears of that day returning again, the tears of anger, love, concern.
Tears of unforgiveness.
They swelled up in her eyes, that constant blinking shielding and trapping them.
"Please, tell me if you're alright,"
She felt something lean against her back. His forehead was resting against her. It felt so real; the tears grew stronger and stronger, almost at the point of breaking free.
"I came back for you,"
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't,"
She turned around and…
Akira woke up.
That haunting realistic dream.
She knew she was indeed alone and let her weakness through and let the tears she'd been holding ever since that day fall freely.