THE LIST
Rated M 16+
Jin was feeling benched after a good early morning endurance. He retired under the shade of a Japanese Green Maple tree, downed a good amount of water, sat back and relaxed resting his arms behind his head. He is sweating like a pig and is still catching his breath.
While admiring his scenic view of the luscious mountain surroundings he appreciates the peace and quiet. Only a few sounds of native birds.
He is still trying to cope with the hustle and bustle of Tokyo city. It's been three years since the move but the city life only unnerves him. It feels strange for him to be among so many beings. It was like drowning in a pool of bodies.
He doesn't like crowds.
Even if Jin dislikes dwelling in the mass of human organisms populating Tokyo, over the years he has become very curious and intrigued by certain individuals.
Before the age of sixteen there was only his mother. Now moving from the mountains to Tokyo there is all of a sudden a boom of the opposite sex all around him.
As expected, he was never any good at paying attention to them.
Never once had intentions of attracting his female counterparts which is quite odd for the standard testosterone of a young male.
It wasn't because he isn't interested with girls. He just didn't have a clue how to go about it all. What to do with them besides teaching them self-defense.
Even when the idea of sex is exploited all over the media and is an important, naturally healthy, daily topic of discussions, it doesn't seem to have an alluring affect on Jin at all.
The boys tell him he will have it easy if he tried.
Jin was a serious introvert and has a weak streak for socializing...but his looks made up for that.
Girls branded him an "eye-candy only" attraction at school. He was either judged as mysterious or a human android.
He was sure he was human. He would tell himself that.
If he can succumb to depression over the death of his mother than it should be possible to be a sexed-up, raging hormonal, desperate pervert like all his Phys-Ed mates.
Long after three years, nineteen year old, lone-wolf Jin would rather only fight.
He was feeling hungry and took out some home-made sushi rolls.
Even when Jin was well looked after at home with house servants and a home chef, he preferred doing most things by himself. He was infatuated with the idea of independence.
When he took a big bite, he frowned that he didn't put enough wasabi, even when he squished the entire tube. Then Jin smiled.
He started thinking of the times in the mountains with his mother.
If she were alive today, he would get the scolding of his life if he couldn't make his own sushi. Or tidying up his own bed for that matter. He owes her a lot for pushing him to be independent, strong, and humble.
His only sin was not to do his own laundry.
Out of a nowhere a mountain hawk-eagle swooped rapidly behind the bush and plunged firmly onto the ground than easily lifted off into the tree where Jin could see it.
A rodent was torn and gutted apart into the grip of its talons. The other half was hanging from the beak like a string of meat.
Jin was overwhelmed with the entertainment and quietly watched the bird of prey. He remembered his Native Birds of Japan assignments in biology and if he could recall, Mountain Hawk-Eagles (also known as Nisaetus nipalensis or Hodgson's Hawk-eagle) was only a small population in Japan unlike Shri-lanka and China.
As he watched the rodent being devoured, he started thinking about his grandfather.
Heihachi Mishima is an overpowering tycoon that owns a multi-billion dollar industry known as the Mishima Zaibatsu Corporation. Also responsible for holding the infamous Tekken Tournaments held generation after generation.
Jin would love that job!
As he started tearing grass from the roots, he visualized taking over the company and the riches for himself. A part of him wanted the power. Another part of him said he could do a better job than his grandfather. Maybe even run for governorship in the elections.
He felt a tinge of blissful greed as he thought of himself in power.
Just think of the things he could do with this grand opportunity in the palms of his hands. Jin was looking down on the plucked grass on his palms. Then he dropped them and started gathering and positioning brown rocks and pebbles in the sun.
He dreamt of organizing a better tournament. One with some honor in it.
He was always suspicious of his grandfather's ways. There was never any honor in what his grandfather did. Jin is not the sort to poke around but his intuitions tell him either-wise… his grandfather plays dirty.
He would create a tournament with integrity. Be creative with dynamic and attractive looking arenas. Most importantly, Jin's pride boosted up a notch at the dream of being the final opponent of the whole tournament.
He would be the boss, not only for the second-to-last sub level, but also the final row of the whole tournament. He just needs to concentrate on controlling the darker side within him. Then he could give a nasty surprise for the surviving competitor. He smirked when he pictured a fiery-red haired Korean lad's facial expression of doom.
His gifted omen apparently is also a nasty surprise for him. It was very unpredictable and Jin hadn't the slightest idea of what his capabilities were.
How could he have an honorable tournament if he maliciously kills the last contender?
THAT would definitely cost him votes in his future election.
Jin sat wide-eyed for a moment at the thought of his lingering demons.
The Mountain hawk-eagle dropped the remaining head on the ground and flew away, disappearing into the sky.
The day was good. He got up and dusted the dirt of his pants. Snatched his sack bag and started jogging downhill.
In the city, he took the subway train back to Otani Garden Tower, a luxury hotel owned by the Mishima Corp.
Jin lives there. The top floor is the Mishima Apartment. The size of a five bedroom house.
He would rather live in a mangled, traditional Japanese house amongst the mountains. But it brought too many painful memories. This crazy modern day Japanese-westernized mix will have to do.
On his way in, Ling was lounging about in the living room watching the news on cinematic screen.
She saw Jin taking off his runners at the foyer before stepping onto the Tatami floor.
"Jin!!" She boomed.
'Oh god...' He thought whilst making his way towards the hall.
She sat up on the couch and put one leg on the floor as though she was about to stand up.
Ling gave a bothered look and whined,
"You went without me again! I told you I wanted to come running too. You never take me running with you!"
"Too hot and dusty up there. You won't like it", Jin quickly stated. He pivoted and headed for the bar instead, opened the bar fridge and drank juice out of the bottle.
"I don't care about that! I want to see the mountains too!"
She slouched back into the couch and watched the screen, pouting.
"...you never take me anywhere…" she added unhappily.
Ling started flicking through channels like bored ten year old.
Jin turned around and placed the orange juice bottle on the cold black-marbled counter. He looked pathetically at her for a bit.
He frowned and wondered, out of all the home-stay students from China why did he get this one. Ofcourse…
…Heihachi was amused that a sixteen year old was determined to enter the third Tekken tournament. It was good publicity.
Jin finally retreated into the dullness of his room and stayed there to rest.