A Son's Fall
Coughing, bloodied, and badly beaten, the 54-year-old man slowly clambered to his feet. The heat of the volcano nearly overpowered him, but somehow, he managed to regain his footing. Shaking his head a few times to clear it, he looked down at the ground.
His son lay there, just as beaten and covered in blood as he himself was. Clucking his tongue, the man looked over his son. Kazuya Mishima, the owner of the Mishima Zaibatsu, was now unconscious. The enormous scar covering most of his chest stuck out like a beacon amid the blood. His eyes--the deep brown orbs that held such hatred for his father--were shut; his face caked with grime and blood. His fists were loosely clenched, his scarlet gloves still on, and his karate pants were torn slightly and dirtied from the fight that had ensued. The fight that he, Kazuya Mishima, had ultimately fallen in.
Kazuya's father chuckled to himself, wiping blood from his mouth. He remembered the rumors that Kazuya had sold himself to the devil in order to overpower and kill him, and where had that gotten him? Battered, beaten, and unconscious. Kazuya had underestimated his own father's strength and determination.
Slowly regaining a normal breathing pattern, the victorious fighter glanced down at the small scar he had obtained when Kazuya had thrown him off a cliff at the end of the first tournament. Much much smaller than Kazuya's, his scar was also on his chest, but wasn't nearly as noticeable as his son's was.
Heat flowed from the crater nearby, and Heihachi Mishima looked over at it, running his hands over the steel-black hair that stood up in winglike tufts on his skull. An idea came to him. Kazuya had thrown him from a cliff upon defeating him in retaliation for Heihachi throwing him from a cliff as a boy...Heihachi pondered the thought, then nodded. It had to be done.
Bending down slowly, he slid his arms underneath Kazuya's legs and torso, lifting his 29-year-old son off of the ground. Kazuya didn't stir; he had been knocked out indefinitely. Sighing, Heihachi looked down at his son's bloodied face, shaking his head, then walked toward the mouth of the living volcano, stopping at the very lip of the crater. Heihachi glanced down at the magma flowing from within the volcano, knowing just how searing hot it was. With a deep breath, he held Kazuya over the mouth of the beast, and let go. Kazuya Mishima tumbled down the volcano, his body slamming into stones before finally dropping into the scarlet magma.
Heihachi watched his son's fall down the volcano emotionlessly. Soundlessly. He didn't even move until a loud motor came close and a rope ladder dropped down from the sky. Shocked, Heihachi looked up into the air and saw a Mishima Zaibatsu helicopter hovering in the air, one man with a bullhorn yelling down.
"Mr. Mishima!" the employee hollered. "Grab onto the ladder! This volcano is gonna blow at any second!" Nodding silently, Heihachi took a hold of the ladder, stepping onto the rungs and hanging on tightly with his hands as the helicopter lifted him up and away from the volcano.
Heihachi watched the volcano even as the `copter flew away. He watched as thick black smoke finally shot up into the air from within the volcano, and lava began pouring out from all sides. He watched the live volcano, the same volcano in which he had dumped his own son's body into, erupt in a catastrophic display of nature's fury, and smiled victoriously.
Coughing, bloodied, and badly beaten, the 54-year-old man slowly clambered to his feet. The heat of the volcano nearly overpowered him, but somehow, he managed to regain his footing. Shaking his head a few times to clear it, he looked down at the ground.
His son lay there, just as beaten and covered in blood as he himself was. Clucking his tongue, the man looked over his son. Kazuya Mishima, the owner of the Mishima Zaibatsu, was now unconscious. The enormous scar covering most of his chest stuck out like a beacon amid the blood. His eyes--the deep brown orbs that held such hatred for his father--were shut; his face caked with grime and blood. His fists were loosely clenched, his scarlet gloves still on, and his karate pants were torn slightly and dirtied from the fight that had ensued. The fight that he, Kazuya Mishima, had ultimately fallen in.
Kazuya's father chuckled to himself, wiping blood from his mouth. He remembered the rumors that Kazuya had sold himself to the devil in order to overpower and kill him, and where had that gotten him? Battered, beaten, and unconscious. Kazuya had underestimated his own father's strength and determination.
Slowly regaining a normal breathing pattern, the victorious fighter glanced down at the small scar he had obtained when Kazuya had thrown him off a cliff at the end of the first tournament. Much much smaller than Kazuya's, his scar was also on his chest, but wasn't nearly as noticeable as his son's was.
Heat flowed from the crater nearby, and Heihachi Mishima looked over at it, running his hands over the steel-black hair that stood up in winglike tufts on his skull. An idea came to him. Kazuya had thrown him from a cliff upon defeating him in retaliation for Heihachi throwing him from a cliff as a boy...Heihachi pondered the thought, then nodded. It had to be done.
Bending down slowly, he slid his arms underneath Kazuya's legs and torso, lifting his 29-year-old son off of the ground. Kazuya didn't stir; he had been knocked out indefinitely. Sighing, Heihachi looked down at his son's bloodied face, shaking his head, then walked toward the mouth of the living volcano, stopping at the very lip of the crater. Heihachi glanced down at the magma flowing from within the volcano, knowing just how searing hot it was. With a deep breath, he held Kazuya over the mouth of the beast, and let go. Kazuya Mishima tumbled down the volcano, his body slamming into stones before finally dropping into the scarlet magma.
Heihachi watched his son's fall down the volcano emotionlessly. Soundlessly. He didn't even move until a loud motor came close and a rope ladder dropped down from the sky. Shocked, Heihachi looked up into the air and saw a Mishima Zaibatsu helicopter hovering in the air, one man with a bullhorn yelling down.
"Mr. Mishima!" the employee hollered. "Grab onto the ladder! This volcano is gonna blow at any second!" Nodding silently, Heihachi took a hold of the ladder, stepping onto the rungs and hanging on tightly with his hands as the helicopter lifted him up and away from the volcano.
Heihachi watched the volcano even as the `copter flew away. He watched as thick black smoke finally shot up into the air from within the volcano, and lava began pouring out from all sides. He watched the live volcano, the same volcano in which he had dumped his own son's body into, erupt in a catastrophic display of nature's fury, and smiled victoriously.