Trials of True Love
Author's Note: I decided to try something different. Since there aren't much Jun-Kazuya fics out there, I decided to make one. This is my first fic, so be nice, k?
Disclaimer: Tekken and all its characters don't belong to me.
Jun Kazama stood at the balcony of her apartment. She gazed at the immense night sky, which was dotted with a myriad of stars. The night breeze gently caressed her long black hair. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This was home.
Jun gazed around her surroundings, the night had painted all around her a dark gray, giving it a mysterious look. She smiled. Sometimes on nights like this, she was reminded of her life back in the Yakushima Mountains. Life was simple, not hectic. But work had called her to the city. Though she grew to love the city, she still missed Yakushima; its fresh country air, its verdant surroundings and the animals. Jun sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair. 'I chose to live here!' she thought, 'I should live with it!'
Jun went inside and sat down on the kitchen table. She poured herself a cup of hot tea and began to leaf through the documents her boss had given her earlier that day. She took a sip of her tea and opened a white envelope. Inside was a ticket, allowing her to enter the 2nd King of iron Fist Tournament. At first, she hesitated. True, she was skilled in bu- ritsu, the ancient Kazama style of fighting, but she wasn't ready to enter a tournament wherein she had to fight other warriors more skilled than she was.
It was when she learned of Kazuya Mishima that made her change her mind. Kazuya, the CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu had been rumored to illegally export exotic animals. Her assignment: find out the truth and stop Kazuya. She frowned, how could one man be so cold, so cruel? She shuddered. Stories of Kazuya's cruelness were aplenty. He was said to have thrown his father off a cliff after winning the First King of Iron Fist Tournament. 'This can't be true, could it?' she questioned herself.
She picked up a picture of Kazuya, which the boss had given her. She carefully studied his features. He had dark, spiky black hair, which sat, atop his head, a dominant forehead and prominent eyebrows. But, she was caught to attention by his eyes. They were a cold dark gray. The kind of eyes that struck fear in the hearts of men. Yet, in those eyes was a look of emptiness she couldn't describe. "Somehow." she muttered, "I've seen him before." She picked up her half empty cup and suddenly a whirlwind of images flooded in her mind-a vision! A young girl with long black hair was crying. In her arms, she cradled a dead rabbit. A young boy with dark hair comforted her. Suddenly, a dark figure grabbed the boy and threw him off the cliff. Jun heard herself scream. Her hands slipped off the cup she was holding, causing it to break. This snapped her back to consciousness. The young girl was her! But who was the boy and what became of him? Tears fell down her cheeks. How could she have forgotten? The cruelty of that man to that boy after the boy had been so kind to her. She carefully swept the shattered pieces of the cup and placed them in the trashcan. She glanced up at the clock and saw that it was already late. She gathered up the documents and placed them by her bedside table. She changed into her nightdress and sat down on her bed. "I'll solve this mystery tomorrow," she promised. She turned off her desk lamp and drifted off to sleep. A/N: Whew! Finally done with the first chapter! Watch out for the 2nd chapter. Meanwhile pls. R & R! Thanks, luv y'all!!!!!
Author's Note: I decided to try something different. Since there aren't much Jun-Kazuya fics out there, I decided to make one. This is my first fic, so be nice, k?
Disclaimer: Tekken and all its characters don't belong to me.
Jun Kazama stood at the balcony of her apartment. She gazed at the immense night sky, which was dotted with a myriad of stars. The night breeze gently caressed her long black hair. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This was home.
Jun gazed around her surroundings, the night had painted all around her a dark gray, giving it a mysterious look. She smiled. Sometimes on nights like this, she was reminded of her life back in the Yakushima Mountains. Life was simple, not hectic. But work had called her to the city. Though she grew to love the city, she still missed Yakushima; its fresh country air, its verdant surroundings and the animals. Jun sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair. 'I chose to live here!' she thought, 'I should live with it!'
Jun went inside and sat down on the kitchen table. She poured herself a cup of hot tea and began to leaf through the documents her boss had given her earlier that day. She took a sip of her tea and opened a white envelope. Inside was a ticket, allowing her to enter the 2nd King of iron Fist Tournament. At first, she hesitated. True, she was skilled in bu- ritsu, the ancient Kazama style of fighting, but she wasn't ready to enter a tournament wherein she had to fight other warriors more skilled than she was.
It was when she learned of Kazuya Mishima that made her change her mind. Kazuya, the CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu had been rumored to illegally export exotic animals. Her assignment: find out the truth and stop Kazuya. She frowned, how could one man be so cold, so cruel? She shuddered. Stories of Kazuya's cruelness were aplenty. He was said to have thrown his father off a cliff after winning the First King of Iron Fist Tournament. 'This can't be true, could it?' she questioned herself.
She picked up a picture of Kazuya, which the boss had given her. She carefully studied his features. He had dark, spiky black hair, which sat, atop his head, a dominant forehead and prominent eyebrows. But, she was caught to attention by his eyes. They were a cold dark gray. The kind of eyes that struck fear in the hearts of men. Yet, in those eyes was a look of emptiness she couldn't describe. "Somehow." she muttered, "I've seen him before." She picked up her half empty cup and suddenly a whirlwind of images flooded in her mind-a vision! A young girl with long black hair was crying. In her arms, she cradled a dead rabbit. A young boy with dark hair comforted her. Suddenly, a dark figure grabbed the boy and threw him off the cliff. Jun heard herself scream. Her hands slipped off the cup she was holding, causing it to break. This snapped her back to consciousness. The young girl was her! But who was the boy and what became of him? Tears fell down her cheeks. How could she have forgotten? The cruelty of that man to that boy after the boy had been so kind to her. She carefully swept the shattered pieces of the cup and placed them in the trashcan. She glanced up at the clock and saw that it was already late. She gathered up the documents and placed them by her bedside table. She changed into her nightdress and sat down on her bed. "I'll solve this mystery tomorrow," she promised. She turned off her desk lamp and drifted off to sleep. A/N: Whew! Finally done with the first chapter! Watch out for the 2nd chapter. Meanwhile pls. R & R! Thanks, luv y'all!!!!!