Tekken Fiction - All's Well That Ends Well
Author's Note: This is a truly terrible idea. But I'm bored, so I figured I should write something. These are my own little insights into what really happens during the T4 end sequences. I'll start with a few that I like, then go on and do the rest, okay? Right, here we go. ****************************
Number 1: Yoshimitsu
The Mishima compound was not quite as brilliantly laid out as some are led to believe; it took only ten minutes of planning before the Manji brotherhood had concocted an efficient plan. Precisely one minute and thirty-three seconds later, Yoshimitsu was walking down one of the halls of the enormous pagoda-like building, acknowledging the expensive but undoubtedly fake artefacts lining the walls and paying close attention to the number and expertise of the guards. Within moments, he was once again face-to-face with the man he, and virtually all the other competitors in that accursed tournament, had grown to hate - Heihachi Mishima. The old man was scowling, and Yoshimitsu's feelings lifted a little at the thought that he was responsible for the demon's anger. And quite a chunk of his pain, too.
"You may have won the latest tournament, 'Warrior With A Cause'," he spoke the name like it was tinged with venom, "but I will never hand over the Mishima Zaibatsu - my Zaibatsu - to your pathetic little Manji Party!"
As he said this, the dozen or so bodyguards present in the room all drew nine-millimetres and aimed straight for Yoshi's chest. The alien ninja was unfazed, and continued to stare straight into the aging face of Mishima.
"You Manji are nothing more than a group of con artists, inciting the masses with your false promises and getting in the way of my ascent to power!" there was a mad gleam in Heihachi's eyes.
Yoshimitsu took a deep breath, switching to the echoing metallic voice he used for intimidation purposes. "Those who tread the path of evil shall face their judgment eventually."
Heihachi remained silent for a moment, then burst into a laugh that was somewhere between a cackle and a cough. That's right, thought Yoshimitsu, laugh it up while you can. As if sensing his thoughts, an explosion went off in the rear of the building, muffled slightly by the walls. A panicked voice came over the intercom.
"Sir, there has been an explosion in the - it's the Manji, sir! They're lifting the entire vault away in a helicopter!"
Heihachi looked quite surprised. Delightful. "What?!"
Realisation dawned as he turned to face Yoshimitsu, who was looking down, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
"You.SHOOT HIM!"
The guards opened up with their pistols, but Yoshimitsu was ready for them. Quick as a flash he ducked down, removed a black sphere from his belt and slammed it to the ground. The resulting flare and sonic wave disoriented the guards for long enough, allowing Yoshi to leap up and switch on his new dragonfly wings, buzzing straight through the skylight. As he left, he was sure he heard the old man yelling "Damn you!", still standing there, dumbstruck. He smiled at that, but not for long; his wings were rapidly losing fuel. Any more drainage and they'd start to use his own life force as energy. Looking down, Yoshi noticed a large penthouse with a swimming pool in the back garden. He'd never really been too fond of water, but sacrifices must be made. Deactivating his wings, he narrowed himself into a nosedive and flew downwards for three seconds before crashing straight into the pool, soaking the VIP clientele and almost blacking out from the g- forces. Thankfully he managed to clamber to the side of the pool as the guests swarmed around him.
"Are you alright, dude?"
Yoshi couldn't seem to focus his vision on anything, but still found it within himself to speak.
"Urrrggghhh.Can anyone lend me some cash to get the bus home?"
Two years later, the Manji Party was voted into the top government positions all across Asia, Europe and America, striving to help the countries who need it, those who have never committed any crime other than bad luck. The word 'honour had gained new meaning', and Yoshimitsu, after spreading goodwill across the globe and taking his place in the annals of history alongside Abraham Lincoln and Nelson Mandela, was never seen again. +-+-+-+
Number 2 - Lee Chaolan
The top floor of the Mishima Zaibatsu headquarters building had a great view to it, looking out over the night-time Tokyo skyline. Of course, Lee reflected, he wouldn't be looking at it for much longer - he'd already decided to decentralise the business to remove bottlenecks - but it truly was quite magical.
Dropping the used butt of one of his infamous cigarettes, Lee pressed a button on the intercom linkup he brought with him to the roof and spoke into the miniature microphone.
"Helen, have those new Pentium processors arrived for the next Combot model?"
His secretary replied, the sound of her keyboard clicking away in the background. "No Mr. Lee, apparently the suppliers have had their hands full with some police business. They had apparently killed off a rival company's entire board of directors and then merged that company's resources with their own."
Lee grimaced. Though the tournaments may have ended, in some ways the business arena could be even more dangerous than his adoptive brother on a bad day. And that's pretty darn brutal.
His secretary could sense her boss' hesitation. "Do you wish for me to find a new vendor, sir?"
"No darling, don't go worrying yourself over something like that."
"As you command, Mr. - huh?"
That sound jerked Lee out of his brief reverie. Secretaries never say 'huh?'
"What's wrong?"
A faint thumping could be heard, as if someone was hitting a computer monitor. "No problems here, sir."
Lee frowned. "There was obviously a problem, otherwise you wouldn't have broken off mid-sentence. What was it?"
A pause. "Just a problem with the screen. I thought I saw something move, but it's gone now sir. Must have been my imagination."
"Alright. I'm coming down now, all this fresh air is distracting me."
This was partly true: the wind was picking up and preventing Lee from lighting another cigarette. After his brief elevator ride, he noticed that his secretary was not at her desk. Toilet break, he thought.
But the he entered his office and noticed.the door was unlocked. He only realised that because he usually locked it, then forgot about it and walked right into the door, thinking it would open. Plus, his chair was facing the window, yet when he had left it, it was facing the door. There was something else too.Lee sniffed the air, and amid the stench of old tobacco, he noticed a particular scent, one which was quite familiar to him. Putting on his best lopsided smile, he quickly strutted over to the chair, put one hand on the top corner of it and spun it around, his eyes quickly falling on neat, platinum-blonde hair arranged into a single tail.
Lee sighed. "I must be getting too old for all this.How could it have been anyone other than you, Miss Williams?"
Nina looked up innocently, one leg hooked over the other and arms folded across her chest, possibly to stop him staring. "Well, I didn't really try to be discreet this time, darling."
"Oh God, how long were you listening to all that?"
"About half an hour."
"I'll have to put up some laser wires to stop you next time."
"Ooh, a challenge! I look forward to it!"
Lee shook his head and leant in as he had so many times before, and kissed Nina for several long seconds before lifting her out of the chair and onto the desk.
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Author's Note: Okay, we'll leave them to it.and that's all for this chapter folks! Next time I'll be doing the endings for Nina herself and.erm, Combot. Because I feel like it. Okay?! See ya then.
Author's Note: This is a truly terrible idea. But I'm bored, so I figured I should write something. These are my own little insights into what really happens during the T4 end sequences. I'll start with a few that I like, then go on and do the rest, okay? Right, here we go. ****************************
Number 1: Yoshimitsu
The Mishima compound was not quite as brilliantly laid out as some are led to believe; it took only ten minutes of planning before the Manji brotherhood had concocted an efficient plan. Precisely one minute and thirty-three seconds later, Yoshimitsu was walking down one of the halls of the enormous pagoda-like building, acknowledging the expensive but undoubtedly fake artefacts lining the walls and paying close attention to the number and expertise of the guards. Within moments, he was once again face-to-face with the man he, and virtually all the other competitors in that accursed tournament, had grown to hate - Heihachi Mishima. The old man was scowling, and Yoshimitsu's feelings lifted a little at the thought that he was responsible for the demon's anger. And quite a chunk of his pain, too.
"You may have won the latest tournament, 'Warrior With A Cause'," he spoke the name like it was tinged with venom, "but I will never hand over the Mishima Zaibatsu - my Zaibatsu - to your pathetic little Manji Party!"
As he said this, the dozen or so bodyguards present in the room all drew nine-millimetres and aimed straight for Yoshi's chest. The alien ninja was unfazed, and continued to stare straight into the aging face of Mishima.
"You Manji are nothing more than a group of con artists, inciting the masses with your false promises and getting in the way of my ascent to power!" there was a mad gleam in Heihachi's eyes.
Yoshimitsu took a deep breath, switching to the echoing metallic voice he used for intimidation purposes. "Those who tread the path of evil shall face their judgment eventually."
Heihachi remained silent for a moment, then burst into a laugh that was somewhere between a cackle and a cough. That's right, thought Yoshimitsu, laugh it up while you can. As if sensing his thoughts, an explosion went off in the rear of the building, muffled slightly by the walls. A panicked voice came over the intercom.
"Sir, there has been an explosion in the - it's the Manji, sir! They're lifting the entire vault away in a helicopter!"
Heihachi looked quite surprised. Delightful. "What?!"
Realisation dawned as he turned to face Yoshimitsu, who was looking down, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
"You.SHOOT HIM!"
The guards opened up with their pistols, but Yoshimitsu was ready for them. Quick as a flash he ducked down, removed a black sphere from his belt and slammed it to the ground. The resulting flare and sonic wave disoriented the guards for long enough, allowing Yoshi to leap up and switch on his new dragonfly wings, buzzing straight through the skylight. As he left, he was sure he heard the old man yelling "Damn you!", still standing there, dumbstruck. He smiled at that, but not for long; his wings were rapidly losing fuel. Any more drainage and they'd start to use his own life force as energy. Looking down, Yoshi noticed a large penthouse with a swimming pool in the back garden. He'd never really been too fond of water, but sacrifices must be made. Deactivating his wings, he narrowed himself into a nosedive and flew downwards for three seconds before crashing straight into the pool, soaking the VIP clientele and almost blacking out from the g- forces. Thankfully he managed to clamber to the side of the pool as the guests swarmed around him.
"Are you alright, dude?"
Yoshi couldn't seem to focus his vision on anything, but still found it within himself to speak.
"Urrrggghhh.Can anyone lend me some cash to get the bus home?"
Two years later, the Manji Party was voted into the top government positions all across Asia, Europe and America, striving to help the countries who need it, those who have never committed any crime other than bad luck. The word 'honour had gained new meaning', and Yoshimitsu, after spreading goodwill across the globe and taking his place in the annals of history alongside Abraham Lincoln and Nelson Mandela, was never seen again. +-+-+-+
Number 2 - Lee Chaolan
The top floor of the Mishima Zaibatsu headquarters building had a great view to it, looking out over the night-time Tokyo skyline. Of course, Lee reflected, he wouldn't be looking at it for much longer - he'd already decided to decentralise the business to remove bottlenecks - but it truly was quite magical.
Dropping the used butt of one of his infamous cigarettes, Lee pressed a button on the intercom linkup he brought with him to the roof and spoke into the miniature microphone.
"Helen, have those new Pentium processors arrived for the next Combot model?"
His secretary replied, the sound of her keyboard clicking away in the background. "No Mr. Lee, apparently the suppliers have had their hands full with some police business. They had apparently killed off a rival company's entire board of directors and then merged that company's resources with their own."
Lee grimaced. Though the tournaments may have ended, in some ways the business arena could be even more dangerous than his adoptive brother on a bad day. And that's pretty darn brutal.
His secretary could sense her boss' hesitation. "Do you wish for me to find a new vendor, sir?"
"No darling, don't go worrying yourself over something like that."
"As you command, Mr. - huh?"
That sound jerked Lee out of his brief reverie. Secretaries never say 'huh?'
"What's wrong?"
A faint thumping could be heard, as if someone was hitting a computer monitor. "No problems here, sir."
Lee frowned. "There was obviously a problem, otherwise you wouldn't have broken off mid-sentence. What was it?"
A pause. "Just a problem with the screen. I thought I saw something move, but it's gone now sir. Must have been my imagination."
"Alright. I'm coming down now, all this fresh air is distracting me."
This was partly true: the wind was picking up and preventing Lee from lighting another cigarette. After his brief elevator ride, he noticed that his secretary was not at her desk. Toilet break, he thought.
But the he entered his office and noticed.the door was unlocked. He only realised that because he usually locked it, then forgot about it and walked right into the door, thinking it would open. Plus, his chair was facing the window, yet when he had left it, it was facing the door. There was something else too.Lee sniffed the air, and amid the stench of old tobacco, he noticed a particular scent, one which was quite familiar to him. Putting on his best lopsided smile, he quickly strutted over to the chair, put one hand on the top corner of it and spun it around, his eyes quickly falling on neat, platinum-blonde hair arranged into a single tail.
Lee sighed. "I must be getting too old for all this.How could it have been anyone other than you, Miss Williams?"
Nina looked up innocently, one leg hooked over the other and arms folded across her chest, possibly to stop him staring. "Well, I didn't really try to be discreet this time, darling."
"Oh God, how long were you listening to all that?"
"About half an hour."
"I'll have to put up some laser wires to stop you next time."
"Ooh, a challenge! I look forward to it!"
Lee shook his head and leant in as he had so many times before, and kissed Nina for several long seconds before lifting her out of the chair and onto the desk.
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Author's Note: Okay, we'll leave them to it.and that's all for this chapter folks! Next time I'll be doing the endings for Nina herself and.erm, Combot. Because I feel like it. Okay?! See ya then.