The White Rainbow
A Tekken fan fiction
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC
Mishima Zaibatsu Hotel, Tokyo, Japan – 24 September 2012
I sat in my expensive-looking suite as I watched the Moon shine in the Sky, finding it difficult to drift off to catch some zeds. What do you need sleep for, Sandro Peseta? You're a hologram – you're dead. I thought to myself irritably. It's supposed to be your birthday in two days. My mind added. Do the dead celebrate their birthdays? It would have been my 48th if I were still alive. I chuckled at the ironic thought of thinking like a living person when I had died a long time ago. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a gold-coloured Ace of Spades on my forehead, signifying my hologram status, a hard-light projection, an electronic ghost confined to a state of digital consciousness in a virtual afterlife. Sniffling silent tears, I sat before two keyboards – one black, one silver – my synthesisers from my band days… and my final show with my friends and bandmates, our last gig as a group together. I switched them on and began to improvise, eventually going into a full piano melody with one hand and a chorus effect with the other. As I played the instrumental composition with unerring accuracy, I felt memories begin to creep into my mind – my birth way back in 1964, my conservative upbringing, my discovery that I was autistic, but no single memory stood out as much as the others as THAT one… 25 October 1989 – the day I died. I was 25 years old. Eventually, I reached the conclusion of my instrumental sonata and switched off the keyboards. A loud knock was heard over the door. "Come inside." I said softly. The door swung open, revealing a tall, athletic-looking woman with golden blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. I felt my holographic lips curl into a smile as the woman – the Irish assassin-cum-bodyguard, Nina Williams – entered, clothed in a tight-fitting black Lycra catsuit with long sleeves and a turtleneck with zip-back. Doesn't she wear ANYTHING other than that sci-fi stuff? I thought, but chose to say nothing of it.
"Still can't sleep, Sandro?" She asked in a slightly flat tone of voice. I nodded wordlessly before replying in Italian. "You were thinking about that day again, weren't you?" Locking my eyes with hers, I nodded assertively.
"I died… trying to rescue you, Nina. You were – and will always be – my friend." I wiped away a tear or two from my face as I sighed, my voice clearly breaking and shaking from the memory of what I thought I had overcome. Looking at the older Williams sister before me, her face softened slightly as she pulled me into a soft hug for a moment before letting go.
"You could have just walked away and had a happy life, Sandro… you could have done so much more, and you had to throw it all away for a cold-hearted killer like me." She said, her voice combining sadness and disappointment. I sighed and nodded.
"The heart often rules the mind." I justified weakly, but honestly. She sighed in disbelief as she turned to leave, but I stopped her for a moment, just to see her before she went to sleep. "On second thought, it doesn't matter – what difference will it make? You've lost the best part of your memory, and I've lost my life." Nina looked shocked at my declaration before straightening her face and leaving, closing the door behind her as she left. Shit, shit, shit! You stupid bastard, Sandro! I cursed mentally as I buried my face in my hands. I could hear Nina crying quietly to herself as her footsteps receded into eventual silence. Without another word, I reached into my stomach and switched off my hologram projection, ready to reactivate itself the next day. The fire within me soared like a massive nuclear explosion as I felt a brief but sharp sensation of pain – and then there was nothing.
Author's Note: Read and review, please - sorry about the short first chapter, but there is more to come. :)