I thought I'd put a note at the beginning for future readers. This fic is 90% Nina smut. Do not read this unless you have a serious hard on for the blonde babe. That being said, there IS an actual story behind this filth. This is the story of why Nina is in a wedding dress and looking to kill some mofos. But to get to that part, you have to read through many chapters of Nina in very naughty situations. Just thought I'd warn you ahead of time. ENJOY! Oh, and I do not own Tekken or its characters. Just my dirty mind.
Nina threw her head back and stared lifelessly at the ceiling as she sat on the throne of the Mishima Zaibatsu. She was laying horizontally across the throne, her legs sprawled out over the arm of the seat. No one knew what she was feeling; not even she did. Was is sadness? Remorse? A desire for reprisal? Maybe she just wanted closure. But there was one thing that she WAS certain about... she wanted Jin Kazama back.
"Cmon, you idiot... I've been keeping this seat warm for days now." she muttered angrily to no one in particular. Ever since his disappearance, she did nothing but sit on the throne and await his arrival. She was almost certain he would walk through that elevator door like he had done so many times before. But now, she was starting to have doubts.
"What if Jin is really dead? What do I do then... what am I even doing NOW?" Nina said to herself in the same angry tone. She felt such a mix of emotions, which was strange to her. Never in her life had she felt obligation like she did now. What was REALLY keeping her on that throne? Was it more than money?
Nina stretched and let out a loud groan, folding her arms behind her head. "I might as well just get up, step into that elevator, and leave this building and this career. You're an assassin, dammit! You took this job for the money, and that's all. Jin's gone, and that means the contract has been fulfilled. That, that's all..."
Her eyes darted over to the elevator. She wished so very badly for it to start moving and making noise. She wanted to hear the DING! of the door opening. She wanted Jin to step out of it and put everything back to the way it was before. She didn't want to admit it, but she had never had more fun being Jin's bodyguard. The money, the thrill of warfare, of protecting the most important and dangerous man on the face of the earth... it lit a fire of passion in her that burned brightly throughout the entirety of Jin's campaign. Maybe THIS is why Nina wanted Jin to come back so badly: she didn't want to go back to her normal life and lose that feeling.
Suddenly, to Nina's surprise, the elevator DID start moving. Her eyes widened and she shot to her feet, as she watched the platform go down.
"Jin?!"
The minutes that passed were the longest of her life. She couldn't help but feel a warmth in her gut; a reassurance that things were back to normal. Her eyes were unwavering as the platform slowly rose to the top of the throne room. A loud DING sounded and the doors swung open.
"I kept your seat warm for yo- what the..."
But Nina's look of reassurance turned to horror when she saw who was standing before her: he was a much older man than Jin, with a muscular body and a strange hairdo that stood up on both sides of his head, leaving a bald spot in the middle. He had a gray moustache resting right above his twisted grin. It was a face that everyone knew and feared, the face of the most notorious man in all of Japan: Heihachi Mishima.
"It... it can't be..." Nina stammered as she backed up slowly, stumbling backwards onto the throne.
"How nice of you to do that for me!" Heihachi yelled, tilting his head back and emitting his trademark barking laugh.
"YAAAAAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!"
Nina's face was frozen with shock and fear as Heihachi slowly crept towards her, his evil grin not subsiding. He removed his tiger striped coat and threw it on the ground, then took a firm stance right in front of Nina. He slowly leaned over, his face close to hers.
"You're in my seat, girl. I suggest you move before I snap your spine in half."
Nina's response was a desperate look of defiance. She couldn't deny that she was afraid; only two people in the world had bested Heihachi in combat. There was no way she could defend the throne from him. But she thought of Jin, of her time spent with him. She thought of what losing the Zaibatsu could mean for them. If she failed now, Jin would have nothing to come back to... and she would be alone in this world once more.
For the Zaibatsu.. for Jin... I will fight.
Nina rose to her feet and stood firm against Heihachi's large and intimidating figure. The proximity of her face and his was almost suffocating.
"How have you come back?" she asked, not showing any fear in her voice.
"Who the hell do you think I am, girl?" Heihachi barked. "Do you really think you whelps could keep the Zaibatsu from it's rightful owner? I merely played my cards right, training and meditating for the day when I would rise to power once again. That day is now!"
"The Zaibatsu doesn't belong to you anymore, you bastard." Nina hissed. "Jin Kazama is my boss, not you."
"HA! Well I don't see him around anywhere, do you?" Heihachi said with a chuckle. "Don't delude yourself, girl. That brat didn't have what it takes to run this empire. He didn't have the skills, the brains, OR the balls like I do."
"Heh, that's funny. Because if that's the case, you would've never lost it in the first place." Nina retorted, a small smirk forming on her lips. She heard a low grown escape from Heihachi's throat; he was getting pissed off. And NO ONE likes Heihachi when he's pissed off.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Heihachi roared, clenching his fists and slamming his foot into the ground. The shockwave of the stomp sent Nina tumbling to the ground. Nina gasped and scrambled to her feet as Heihachi slowly approached her, his shadow looming over her.
"You don't have what it takes to play this game, girl. You're in over your head. Now stand down... or you WILL regret it."
Nina felt her entire body trembling... what was she doing? She was letting emotion cloud her judgement; if she had any sense at all, she would run away as fast as she could. But still her mind was filled with thoughts of Jin. She thought of a better, easier time, when Jin was on the seat of power and the world was at his fingertips. And by his side sharing that power was her, his faithful bodyguard.
Suddenly, Nina felt fire engulf her; she rose to her feet and took her fighting stance, matching Heihachi's gaze with her own. No matter what, she didn't want that time to be lost to her. Heihachi was an obstacle in Jin's path, and it's her job to remove it.
"For Jin." Nina said stoically and sprinted forward, showing no hesitation. Heihachi grinned and put his hands up as she closed distance between them.
"HaaaAAAAH!" Nina yelled as she leaped forward, extending her leg for a kick aimed square at Heihachi's face. With a smirk, Heihachi lunged forward fast as lighting. Nina gasped; he was faster than the human eye.
In a flash, Nina was sent flying backwards into a nearby wall. The only thing she saw was Heihachi standing there, palm thrust forward and electricity coursing through him. Pain suddenly flooded her ribcage; did he break all of them with that blow?
"AGH!" Nina cried out as her back hit the wall and she fell face first onto the ground. All the energy in her body was drained in an instant and replaced with pain. She couldn't even move; all she could do was groan in agony.
"Welp, that's over." Heihachi said in a casual tone as he plopped onto the throne and let out a loud sigh.
"Ahhhhhhhh! It's still molded to my butt shape from sitting here for so long! HEHAHAHAHAHA!"
Heihachi took a moment of silence to just look around and take in the reality that the empire was his once again and nothing could steal it from him. He felt like a new man, like he was 50 years younger.
By some strange coincidence, as soon as the "50 years younger" thought had crossed his mind, his gaze had averted to the badly hurt Nina coughing and wheezing on the floor. Heihachi stopped for a minute and just gazed at the blonde woman: she was certainly beautiful, and still young thanks to her time being cryogenically frozen. He couldn't help but admire the way her bare legs looked in the black miniskirt she was wearing. As she desperately tried to lift herself up her body arched upward, giving Heihachi a nice peek up her skirt and at her lacy black underwear.
Suddenly the realization hit Heihachi: what the hell does being old mean? Age is just a state of mind! Even at his age, he is still a kickass fighter and the owner of the largest empire in the world! He's Heihachi Mishima, dammit! In his presence, mountains cower and oceans part. He can have anything and anyone he wants; he's less a man than a god.
And with this realization, Heihachi immediately knew what his next step would be...
"Hey girlie." Heihachi called out to the wheezing Nina. "How would you like a promotion?"
TO BE CONTINUED
